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riku-writings · 2 years

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One Minute, It's a Beautiful Scene

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Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. I think Megumi is finally starting to warm up to our dear sweet reader! Even if it's only a little bit 🥰 Warnings: 18+, PG chapter tbh! Words: 4.5k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

You observe Megumi as he fills in the last few areas of the bear page. He laughs when he puts his pen down. It’s ridiculous, but he likes it. Yours on the other hand doesn’t compare to the purple dolphin you had done previously. Megumi definitely has you beat this round in terms of colouring. He takes your book again, flipping through the pages for another page to colour in.

“The red elephant definitely wasn’t your finest work, O’Keeffe.” he tuts, focusing on which page he’d like to colour the most.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” you tell him, pouting like a petulant child at the nickname he gave you the day you met. It is so loaded and filled with hate. But then again, so is the man who keeps using it against you. He huffs, annoyed, just because you’re telling him you don’t like it won’t change a thing. You’re O’Keeffe, to him. Megumi likes it. So Megumi won’t stop.

“Here, you do this one.” he tells you, pointing at a page filled with different types of flowers. It’s cute, and the big sunflower in the centre is calling your name.

It’ll pass the final hour to colour in again at the very least.

You couldn’t help but smile each time you looked over at Megumi. The song ‘Pretend We’re Dead’ by L7 was playing full blast through his headphones whilst he was poking his tongue out in concentration whilst colouring in an adorable little unicorn. So angsty and still so cute. He scoffed when he noticed you staring, insisting that you shut up.

“I didn’t say anything!” you giggle.

“Alright, O’Keeffe, focus on your flowers.”

You sigh, looking down at the page. The way your stomach twists and spasms is all too familiar to how you’ve felt ever since you first met Megumi. Looking at the flowers now, despite them not being your own creations, is causing you nothing but pain and heartbreak. Flowers were your muse. They always made you smile, feel loved, feel happy. But now all you feel is disdain. Suffering and sorrow.

His eyebrow quirks and he looks subtly over his shoulder as he watches you close your book without finishing your colouring. He pretends he isn’t interested in what you’re doing as you pack your book back inside of your tote bag and fold the tray table back to where it belongs. You place your felt tips onto his table, manoeuvring your body so you’re facing the window and looking at the sea in the distance.

You’re close.

It’s difficult forgetting who you’re dealing with. Megumi Fushiguro is like no one you’ve ever met. Although there is a familial resemblance to Naoya, both arrogant and nasty, he is so cold and uncaring. Most normal people tend to ask what is wrong when you begin acting how you are right now. Yuuji would be begging you to share your woes with him. But Megumi Fushiguro is not Yuuji. He’ll never ask, although you want him to so badly. You want to scream at him, make him realise what he’s done to you. How he’s ruined something as beautiful and ordinary as flowers for you. And he still won’t stop calling you O’Keeffe! He won’t ask, your only choice is to tell him. But you know it won’t do any good.

He just doesn’t care. And you can’t make him.

“I need some fresh air and a smoke. Why are we even going to this hick town?” Megumi grunts, finishing colouring the unicorns horn in a pretty pastel blue. You scoff, and laugh, earning another infuriated grunt from him. “What?”

“It’s not a hick town, idiot. It’s a coastal town!” you inform him.

“Same thing. Nothing to do but look at the beach and morons walking their mutts.” he huffs.

“You’re always on, aren’t you?” you laugh. “You can turn the angsty teen act off once in a while. It’s okay to like things. You might even like the place, the sea breeze is good for you.” you explain. He shakes his head, resuming his colouring. “I didn’t know you smoke…” you sigh, repositioning yourself so that you’re facing him.

“Nosy.” he says. Maybe he has a point. But you never thought you’d be comfortable enough with your bully to sit and talk with him like this. You shrug your shoulders in an attempt to appear as if you don’t care, but the look in his eye tells you that you aren’t a good enough actress to pull it off. “You’ve seen me with coke on my nose and you’re surprised I smoke?” he states. Your eyes widen in horror as you remember seeing his dusted nose in the bathroom that day.

“Oh, I—”

“Everything in moderation. I don’t smoke or do drugs often. Every now and then to remind me I’m alive. Or when I’m stressed, I guess.” he hums as he explains. “You ever do drugs?” he asks.

“Nosy.” you tease back. A smile creeps onto his face, shaking his head with a pout as he considers you. “There was this one time when I got spiked…”

“Alright, shut up.”

“Are you ever going to apologise for how you’ve treated me, Megumi? Do you know what you’ve done to me?” you wonder.

It’s hard to talk to him. He’s so fucking unusual and mystifying you can’t help but lose yourself in conversation with him and want to know every inch of his aching soul. That’s your inner empath talking. But there’s a frightened voice within you that can’t let you forget what he’s done to you. Every single thing he’s done and you keep throwing it up in the form of words each time you remember. He asked you a question, and you couldn’t help yourself but remind him of what he is. He’s a bastard. A bully. A monster.

He covers his ears with his headphones for the umpteenth time, disregarding your words and your existence entirely.

Something is telling you that you won’t be hearing from him for the rest of the journey.

Somehow you managed to drift off whilst riding out the final hour of the ride. Megumi was happy with his unicorn colouring and admired it for a while as the vehicle slowed down so that it could park. The other students began to stand up and pick up their belongings so they could get outside sooner. Everyone seemed to be desperate for some fresh air.

The girls of your worst nightmares sauntered by you both. But the blonde couldn’t help but stop and look at the two of you. She sniggered, pulling the attention of the redhead to stare at you as well.

“Looking very cosy, Megumi.” she spat, a loathsome tone in her voice.

Megumi looked to his side, seeing you comfortably resting on his shoulder as you continued to nap. He hadn’t wanted to wake you. But for some reason he let the girl’s comments get under his skin. He shrugged his shoulder, hoping it would be enough to wake you. You stirred, but he noted you had no intention of opening your eyes.

“Get up.” he demanded, using the full force of his hand to shove you away from him. The back of your head thumped against the window and your eyes shot open. Your heart was racing at your unfamiliar surroundings, evidently forgetting where you were whilst you had been sleeping. “We’re here.”

“You didn’t have to shove me.” you tell him.

“I’m not your fucking pillow, O’Keeffe. I know princess is used to everyone doing whatever she wants, though, so I’ll let you off this once.” he tells you as he gathers his things. Before you can get out of your seat, he’s shoving his three coloured pages in your face and demanding you put them in your bag. He is a princess. A childish little bratty princess.

“Don’t you want to keep them?” you ask him waving them in your hand wondering if he’ll change his mind.

“No, put them in your book. They’re yours.”

He stands in the middle of the walkway, blocking everyone from getting ahead of him as he waits for you to get your things together and get off the bus. It makes you nervous, you can hear people complaining in the aisle about being held back and it’s your fault. Why won’t he just let them by? He looks unbothered, as always. His expression is telling you not to worry. But how could you not? He towers above you when you finally stand up and guides you out.

The salty air hits you like a brick through a window. You’ve never felt so alive. And you can tell by Megumi’s face he’s enjoying it too. He’s disgruntled when he hears your lecturer inform you that you’re five minutes away from an art gallery you’ll be spending some time at. He wanted some time to stretch his legs and breathe in the air; it is a crushing blow to realise he’ll be trapped in a stuffy gallery immediately after getting off the coach. You all walk together in the direction of the art gallery nonetheless. But when you get outside, Megumi pulls you backwards and drags you away from the group so that you can hide around the corner.

“What are you—?”

He’s lighting his cigarette and leaning against the wall. His face instantly turns from tense to pure ecstasy. He snickers each time you look around, tense about being caught with him and not inside with your class. As if you aren’t adults. It’s like you’re scared about being caught smoking. You are.

“Why are you so antsy? Here,” he speaks as he holds his cigarette out to you. Though you politely decline, he continues puffing away and tarring his lungs. “We aren’t teenagers y’know. We won’t get in trouble.”

“We’re meant to be with the group! You didn’t even tell anyone about—”

“Shut up.” he hisses, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out with the bottom of his shoe. “C’mon then, princess, let’s get you inside before you blow a fucking fuse.” he moans as he storms ahead of you. Your legs work over time doing your best to keep up with his massive strides, still trailing behind him.

It turns out you were worried for nothing as you seamlessly re-join with the class. The two of you lingering in the back as your teacher explains what is going on. Apparently you have an hour to wander around and admire the work, and after that time you need to meet back up in the main room to listen to a speech from one of the curators here. Megumi rolls his eyes at that, immediately skulking off to the nearest elevator to hide on the top floor.

As much as you want to explore and admire all of the art, you know you’re easy pickings by yourself. The girls are eyeing you up like vultures the further away Megumi gets from you. You look between him and them a few times before rushing over to the elevator. He shakes his head in annoyance as he swallows liquid from an energy drink can he pulled out of his backpack.

“Little bloodsucker.” he mutters.

You ignore him, though, knowing it’s easier to listen to his insults than be involved with the girls downstairs. There isn’t much to look at when you step outside and onto the top floor. A few paintings and nothing more. Although there is a comfortable looking bench that Megumi soon makes himself at home on. You sit beside him twiddling your thumbs, unable to help feeling like you’re missing out on things.

“I’m not keeping you here, go look at the art.” he tells you.

“N-No…” you stutter, pulling your laptop out of your bag and searching the gallery up on the internet. “I’ll use my phones hotspot and… it’s fine. See, most of the paintings are on their website so—”

“It’s different in the flesh. You want to make some notes for your dissertation, right? Go look around.” he instructs.

“I don’t want to go. Those girls terrify me, honestly. They only leave me alone when you’re with me.”

“Well I’m here now. And there’s some paintings here, too. So go look at those.”

You suppose he has a point. There’s no one here but you and him. You tuck your laptop back inside of your bag and decide to look around. He doesn’t take his eyes off you while you look at each painting and make page after page of in-depth notes. You’re smarter than he’s given you credit for. He hasn’t even thought about writing his dissertation. He feels a strange sensation in his chest each time you lean forwards and tuck your pen behind your ear as you study each individual brushstroke on the canvases. He’s getting warmer. And he can’t stop smiling. He tries to shake it away and drink more of his energy drink. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. About you. Why is he thinking about the time you kissed at your parents manor house?

Fuck.

He gets up, abandoning you as he strides towards the elevator again. It’s hard for you to put your things away and catch up with him, but you do. Standing side by side as the elevator descends to the floor below.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

He sticks close to you as you wander from painting to painting. He even shields you from the girls when he spots them getting a little close, not that you noticed. Too captivated by the paintings. They’re all so homely and sweet. The type of painting you’d see in a grandparent’s home. Mostly beachscapes and sea life. You turn a corner, and Megumi whistles as he studies the painting in front of you both.

“Wow…” you huff.

“It’s... big.” he follows.

“And so detailed.” you add.

It’s another beachscape, but with a ton of attractions included in the image. Amusement parks, restaurants, you name it. You’re scribbling down notes furiously as you take in every inch of the beautiful painting. Megumi, meanwhile, is more interested in the floor to ceiling window overlooking the town and bathing the painting in natural light. He notices something in the distance that makes him squint in concentration. His vision begins to alternate between the painting and the window. He takes your breath away as he drags you towards the window so you can see what he’s looking at. You begin to copy him as you look between the painting and the window, seeing what he’s seeing.

“An aquarium!” you smile, excited by the prospect of going.

“Shall we go?” he asks. You shake your head.

“We can’t,” you tell him as you hoist your bag over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the elevator for the final time. “we have that speech thing in ten minutes.” you remind him. When the doors open and you blend in with the group, your lecturer stands proudly in front of everyone.

“Feel free to look around for another ten minutes before the wonderful curator tells us about the history of the town and how it influenced the art on display.” he announces.

You turn to see Megumi standing with raised eyebrows. Do you really want to stick around and listen to that? Both his facial expression and your internal monologue ask you. When there’s an aquarium down the road? Absolutely fucking not. He tilts his head in the direction of the exit, and you both casually walk towards it hoping to not get caught. Once outside, you begin to sprint together down the streets.

“You’re a bad influence.” you tell Megumi as you slow down now that you’re safe enough to walk.

“You feelin’ alright princess? Didn’t think you had this in you.” he taunts.

“Let’s just go,” you demand as you overtake him in your speed walking, “I wanna see some fish!”

Megumi covers the cost of the admission free, telling you that you have to pay for food. You remind him that you can’t be any later than 5pm or you’ll miss the coach home. He side eyes you as your phone lights up with a text. You reply with a cheesy smile on your face. Why does he feel so fucking angry about it? He feels even worse as you giggle with your reply.

“Who’s that? Yuuji?” he asks. Instantly cringing at his questioning. He shouldn’t have asked. He doesn’t care. Does he? Why did he ask?

“I haven’t heard anything from Yuuji since he left.” you sigh, wondering why he hasn’t made the effort to answer any of your messages yet. You hold your eyes shut as you try and dispel the negative thoughts from your mind. Smiling when your eyes open and excited to tell Megumi the truth. “It was your dad, actually.” you chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? You text with my dad?” he queries.

“Not really, he was asking how we’re doing and if you’re giving me any shit.” you explain.

“Gonna rat on me again?”

“No! I—”

“Ugh, you’re sick. You want to fuck each other so bad. It’s obvious.” Megumi pouts, walking away from you as he steps into the first room.

“I do not! I can’t speak for Toji and I wouldn’t blame him because, well, look at me.” you joke as you flaunt your body and your face sarcastically. “But I’m with Yuuji and I love him and I’m happy.” you speak a little louder than intended. He nods, but doesn’t speak. You think he’s more interested in the fish, which is fair.

You spend time in each room. Sometimes you stand together, and other times you stand apart. The rooms all link together, so you take your time exploring them all. From Amazonian fish to cold water ones. By the time you reach the warmer waters room you hear Megumi’s stomach begin to growl.

“There’s a café upstairs.” you tell him as you lead the way.

You point at the window while you wait for your orders to be brought to your table. It’s raining. His face scrunches in disbelief. It has been perfect sunshine all day. Barely a cloud in the sky and now it’s pouring down rain.

“I told you.” you remind him.

“Yeah, you did.”

You note the time on your phone, telling him that you should probably go back to your class soon. But he disagrees. You’ve got over an hour before the bus leaves and you still have a few rooms left to look at. You’re satisfied with your small plate of food but it’s clear that it has barely touched the sides for Megumi. Though he declines your offer to get him something else, he’s more intrigued by the prospect of looking at the sharks.

“Maybe we’ll see a purple dolphin.” he jokes. He starts to think of all of the colouring you did together on the coach. And the flowers. Why didn’t you finish the flowers? They’re your thing. He calls you O’Keeffe for a reason! He picked that page specifically for you. Were you just too tired? “How’s your sketchbook doing? I bet you’ve got a garden growing by now.” he asks, distracting himself from annoying, niggling thoughts. You puff out air, unsatisfied with the question and your current predicament.

Flowers. Fucking flowers.

“I’ve fallen out of love with flowers, honestly.” you admit, earning a surprised expression from Megumi.

“Shame. What’s the reason?” he questions, oblivious.

“… You. Because of you, Megumi.”

He clears his throat, awkwardly. It’s not that he feels bad, he doesn’t, but it’s like a real look in the mirror. You aren’t joking with him like you had on the bus. You aren’t trying to get him in trouble with Toji. It’s earnest, it’s real. You’ve stopped loving something that meant so much to you, because of him. Painting flowers meant so much to you. It calmed you. Brought you joy, happiness, strength. And each time he harassed you, called you names, harmed you, destroyed that. It was like he personally ripped an individual petal from every single flower to exist. You’ve lost love. The world has lost its bloom.

He gets up, walking away from the table without a word. You’re never going to get a word out of him. You’ll never get an apology or an acknowledgement of what he’s done to you. What you’ve become because of him. That’s just something you need to come to terms with. You step out into the tropical waters display, a huge underwater tunnel showing you the sharks swimming over your head. The unpleasant conversation seems to melt away from you as you watch the sharks movements and rippling water above you.

The bright blue water illuminates both of you. Though you don’t pay attention to Megumi, he can’t stop staring at you. After torturing you for so long, he doesn’t think he’s seen you truly happy until today. You look like a totally different person to him with an earnest smile on your face.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” you query as you make eye contact with Megumi. He does nought but nod, looking above him at the sea life once again.

“Yeah.” he mutters, so quietly you can’t hear him. He watches you for a while as you take more pictures on your phone.

“Smile!” you tease, pointing your phone at him and catching him off guard. You manage to get one nice one, the rest you take are him covering his face. “Will you take one of me?” you wonder. He hesitates, but nods.

He takes a few as a shark swims behind you, handing your phone back to you to see if you’re satisfied.

“I think you’ve got a new muse.” Megumi informs you. You look deeply into the water, considering his words. Maybe he’s right. It can’t hurt to take some more pictures just in case.

“Come here.” you command him. He gets closer, but begins to retreat as you flip your camera to selfie mode. “Just one, stay still!”

He cracks a smile as you take a photo of yourselves together with the blinding blue water highlighting you both. You consider putting it on your story, but your stomach sinks at the prospect of Yuuji stumbling upon it. He watches you save the image and close out of it, keeping it for your own personal memories.

“Shall we get another coffee and then go?” you ask.

“There’s a gift shop over there.” he points. Your eyes widen. There is nothing more exciting than a gift shop. Regardless of how overpriced they can be.

“Okay. Coffee. Gift shop. Bus.”

“Sure.”

“How cute is this shark!” you smile as you practically shove the shark plush in Megumi’s face. “I want it but—”

“Sure. Hurry up and decide while I go piss.” he sighs as he leaves you alone in the gift shop.

You become incredibly tense after you put down the shark. It was as soft as a cloud, but as the time draws nearer to 5pm, your nerves get the better of you. Where the hell is he? You linger outside the bathrooms for a little while, despite the fact it’s making you feel like a criminal, but he doesn’t appear.

The time hits 5:29 and you can’t help but wonder if he is back to his old tricks. Did he go to the bus alone and leave you stranded here? You look out of a nearby window, and spot him standing across the road. A cigarette between his fingers on one hand and his phone to his ear in the other. Even from this distance you can practically see a vein bulging in his forehead. He’s yelling, furiously. He tosses his cigarette aside and continues talking as he walks back into the aquarium.

At that moment, your heart sinks.

Right as he walks inside, you see your class’ coach drive behind him and out of town. Fuck. You run faster than you ever have before, sprinting down the stairs and out of the building. You didn’t see Megumi, but you pick your phone up and begin to dial your lecturer again and again.

No answer.

You run back inside; searching each and every room to find Megumi again. In hindsight, it would have been a great idea to finally ask for his number while you were on the coach. He’s nowhere in sight, and you worry you’ll never find him at this rate. Should you wait outside for him? Stay in one room and hope that he finds you?

You rush outside into the torrential rain, tears streaming from your face. You aren’t sad, you’re stressed. You’re scared. Where is he? What the hell are you going to do? You’ve been left here and you’re stuck! How could they do this? How could your school just leave you here and not even try to get in touch?

“What are you doing out here?” Megumi asks, yet another cigarette latched between his teeth.

“Did you do this on purpose?” you accuse him, a dangerous scowl on your face telling him you aren’t playing around.

“I was just—” you cut him off as he raises a bag he’s holding in his hand.

“You knew we had to be back at the pick up site for 5pm. Look at the time! It’s gone, we’re stranded! What the fuck are we going to do?” you rant and rave as he continues to smoke casually.

“I don’t want to be stuck here in this weather with you. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Who were you on the phone to?”

“What?”

“I saw you from the window. Arguing. Was it Toji? Were you telling him your latest plan to make my life hell? No one can save me while we’re here. Haven’t you fucked my life up enough?” you begin to cry harder as the stress sets your mind into overdrive. Why did this have to happen to you? Why is he doing this?

“It wasn’t Toji. It’s none of your fucking business who I talk to on the phone.”

“But—”

“Shut up. Stop crying. Let’s go inside and figure out what we’re going to do.”

You suppose he has a point. Crying won’t solve anything, and maybe you were a little rash in accusing him. Not everything is about you. That’s what you’re sure he’s telling himself in his mind. That you’re a spoilt princess and making something about you which in reality didn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just an unfortunate circumstance that you missed the bus home. You need to figure out how to fix this.

You need to find a way home.

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riku-writings · 3 years

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Cheek kisses ♡

Pairing: Jealous Dom! Mitsuya Takashi x Sub Fem! Reader

Summary: Meanie Mitsuya punishing his spoiled baby. Just because he was jealous and protective of her.

Warnings: Cockwarming, Teasing, a little pinch of Dumbification, Orgasm Denial. No Protection. Cock Bulging. A touch of Degradation in there. Pure filthy words. (Pls tell me if I forgot smth here) Fluff at the end

A/n: I really need to touch grass after this....lmaoo,,,A req from miss @kakushisimp... I added some uhm things (◔‿◔) heheh

Tears forming into your eyes. Your lower back ached at how you were positioned. Ass cheeks glowing red. Squirming, You closed your eyes as you let out a tiny whimper. "e-eight"

"Such a good girl"

Another stinging slap made contact to your glistening cunt. You whined loudly. Long veiny fingers rubbing itself on the rim of your pulsating hole.

Burning touches all over your blemished body. He teased you again and again in circles. His fingers tracing each and every nook of your sensitive areas. Building your lust up only to discard himself from you. Leaving you gasping for more, drooling yourself, biting your bruised lip.

It was like this for a whole week already. The neediness of your cunt not getting it's fulfillment. You wouldn't dare touching yourself, the last time you did you were faced with two weeks of orgasm deprivation. Getting fucked out, ass up. A Cum dump at the end of that long long night.

Mitsuya let out a low chuckle. Loving how your eyes were glossed, practically begging for him to just ram you open. You under him writhing, clenching on his shirt as he played with your pretty cunt.

"Mmm t-takashi so good" You sobbed between your connected lips, feeling the pad of his thick fingers hitting the back of your pussy. Tickling itself on your sweet spot.

You were too lost in it grinding your heat against him so languidly chasing up your high. Abruptly, mitsuya pulled out his fingers. His lips leaving yours with a wet pop.

"oh sorry, dove. I remember I have things I need to do" Wet tears cascaded your cheeks. You held onto him. Your eyes begging him. "Please, T-takashi"

God you felt so little under him. You can only squeak a few soft words out of your lips.

"I can't baby maybe next time?" Kissing your tear stained cheeks before leaving you looking like a mess on his sheets. Once again.

You can only guess why was he denying you of your high. You started to think hard as you finished up your long shower. You took one of his shirts in his closet before skipping your way back into your own room.

Mitsuya Takashi. Your beginning relationship with him was in the spaces between roommates that had so much sexual tension. It started when you stepped foot on his apartment to present yourself as his new roommate.

He was always so charming, nice, very polite. You swooned over him as much as the other girls in the Art University you both attend to. Lucky you were that you sleep in the same roof as him.

With that reason, you didn't had the privacy to moan out his name as you buried your fingers in between your legs. Thinking of fantasies with your lavender eyed roommate.

He caught you that one night. His own name coming out of your trembling lips. Resulting you in your own bed with cum all over your cunt, legs worn out. A longing kiss on the cheek— a gesture that made your chest warm.

And the following events is what you guess is happening right now. You being so wrapped around his fingers.

You furrowed your brows as you recall any events that would make your Takashi upset. Only to be disturbed by the loud buzzing of the doorbell. You lifted yourself up from your seat opening the door to see your project partner.

"Oh! come in come in"

Mitsuya was very fond of you. He likes it when you follow him around, wanting him to play with you. He thinks you look so adorable drooling for him.

He knew how you were so whipped for him.

He wasn't the type to get into commited relationships due to him being so busy with his projects and portfolio. He doesn't really care at first if you guys didn't talk about it yet. Eventually you will anyways.

He can only roll his eyes at how oblivious you were on how other boys look at you in your university. Him giving them a threatening smile as he holds your hand protectively. You smiling at him giddy on how he was giving you attention outside his bedroom.

Clicking the door open of your shared apartment.

With a plastic bag containing packed takoyaki. The snack you've been craving for days already. Him listening to your whining as he hugged you from behind.

"I'm home." He announced, slipping on his slippers. Hearing your giggles, he smiled thinking you were in your room watching your favorite show.

He dragged his feet forward, going to the kitchen only to see you on top of the counter with a suspicious guy inching closer to you. Occasionaly brushing his hand on your thigh. Laughing with you.

"hm? Takashi" You say popping out the lollipop you were sucking on earlier. Mitsuya greeted you with an irk mark, and a twitching smile. This guy again.

His lavender eyes knows this boy too well. He was your project partner. Only known as the sleaziest student known in their class, making some girls uncomfortable.

Except you who was so oblivious to even notice that. Mitsuya can only click his tongue. Annoyed.

Mitsuya brought down the food beside you. His arm suddenly hooking around your waist pulling you towards him. "So what were you guys doing baby?" He claims a soft chaste kiss on your cheek making you giggle. "Ah we just finished doing the project."

"Don't worry we'll clean it up as fast apossible. "Mitsuya-San" The boy said smiling apologetically at him.

"I'll just clean it tomorrow morning— you see it's past y/n's bedtime" Mitsuya slyly smiled making you look at him. With a question mark written on your pretty face. "Right baby?" Nose already nuzzling into yours, you melted. Heart warming up.

"I should go now then, Y/n-chan." Your classmate say slightly annoyed.

"Oh let me walk you out." You offered only to be stopped by mitsuya's hold on you. "I'm sure he can walk himself out" He smiled looking at the boy. "Thank you for your time, y/n-chan." The boy say before walking out of your apartment so awkwardly.

Hearing the lock click of the door. Mitsuya sighed. "Dove, what did I tell you about boys visiting you without me here?"

"That you hated it." You frowned bottom lip sticking out. "Are you mad?" Eyes looking at him with a wish that he wasn't. The boy just stared at them back. "Don't do it again, okay? "

"I won't, m' sorry Takashi " With those Pouting lips, Mitsuya can't really resist you. It would take so much to get him so upset with you.

But, he wasn't going to let this go.

He kissed your pouting lips. Tasting the green apple sweetness. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you kissed his lips back softly.

"Takashi, can you play with me now? "

"I don't know baby, you made me so upset " He cooes against your lips. You frowned. "Please? " Your eyes begging him. He smirked at this taking your lollipop. He shoved it in his mouth.

"Eat your food now while it's hot "

Untangling your leg around his waist. He left you on the kitchen counter. A little bit annoyed you shove the food in the fridge thinking of reheating that later. You stayed in your room for a while, staring at your ceiling. You've been waiting for him for hours. After being so clingy to you he just leaves you like that with your last lollipop?!

Removing your shorts, you proceeded inside his room, he was on his bed. Eyes on his phone. You immediately straddled his lap. Eyes screaming 'pay attention to me'.

"Yes? " He craned his neck to the side smirking, popping the lollipop out of his lips. Sticky wet candy placed against your lip. Dragging it across, coating it.

" want attention " You mumbled. Mitsuya infront of you chuckled pulling you closer to him. "Show me how you want it then. " He said.

You did not hesitate pressing your lips against his. Him throwing the candy on his bedside that he knew was gonna take a while to clean up later.

He responded to your kisses, his hands caressing your sides. Tasting the sweetness of your tongue mixing with the green apple he coated your lips with.

Sooner your (his) shirt was discarded off you. He was now playing with your pebbled nipples. Letting it roll between his fingers. You sighed at this. Grinding against him. Feeling wetness pooling your panties. He bit your lip, making you gasp. The whole room getting foggy, a bit messy with your drooling.

Breaking off the long heated kiss, strings of your mixed juices. trailed behind. You pulled back as you stared at his hooded eyes. Wanting his approval. "Go on dove" He smirked, undoing his pants. Letting out his hardened shaft.

You bit your lip as you saw the precum licking on it's reddened tip. Head dipping down he stopped you. "mm-mm, we're not doing that today" He said caressing your chin. You looked at him craning your neck.

"Sit on it" Mitsuya pierced through your eyes.

He held your hands guiding it to wrap it around his shoulders. You lifted yourself moving your panties to the side, his left hand holding his shaft. Tip grazing your wet cunt. Teasing your bud, making you bite your lip.

Shivering, as he entered you slowly. His length stretched you out. Lavender eyes latching itself on how your cunt was eating his cock down. Sobbing, you felt so full. His cock was pulsating against your puffy walls. Your cheeks flushed, feeling his tip up in your cervix.

"mm takashi " Hips about to move he stopped you once again. Gripping his hand on your hips, halting the motion.

"Did I tell you to move slut? "

You widened your eyes at what he called you.

The word alone made your heart sunk.

Mitsuya always give you praises, spoiling you with so much of his cooes. You pouted. His hands going down to your buttcheeks. Fondling it with his hands.

" You didn't like that did you? " A sudden smack made it's way on your skin. You bite your lip shaking your head. " Then why do you act like one " Another sharp sound erupted. Your bottom jiggling at the motion. You clenched around him, feeling the heating pain of your skin.

You hated it so much.

"You're such a slut" His voice ringing into your ears, the tears your tried to fight back, started to stream down your cheeks. You were so aroused yet so degraded by his words. You wanted him to call you his princess. "Tsktsk now you're crying again."

"T-takashi" You clenched around him so tightly.

Your frown got bigger as you saw him slipping out his phone in his pocket. His hand caressing the skin of your ass as he scrolled through it. Him adjusting himself a bit 'accidentally' thrusting himself up, you bit your lip. You can feel yourself pooling, juices oozing out of your cunt.

Mitsuya bit back his groan. His cock feeling your cunt drip. You whining, at just how his cock twitched inside of you.

"Just a minute slut, you can wait right? yeah you can." His rough hand made its way to your buttcheek again, printing a red mark on it.

Biting your lip you waited for him. Fighting the urge to move. Wanting him to call you his good girl. You shut your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. You can feel your spongey walls around him, pulsate.

With the slightest movement of friction, thanks to mitsuya's occasional jerk, you can only sigh. Shutting your eyes close as you wanted to clench around him badly. Just thinking of how you cunt would look like with his thick shaft inside, and his leaking tip taunting your cervix.

You can feel yourself numb, the growing temptation continued to flourish as seconds tick by. Mitsuya smirked at your quietness and patience. You really wanted him huh?

A kiss on the cheek.

Was the only approval you needed. You looked at him with warmness. Sparkling eyes. "Go ahead baby" Another kiss on your cheek. With that you softly gave him a short lived kiss before your hips slowly moved forward. You moaned, feeling his length inside you rubbing against your wet spongey walls.

"Fuck your pussy's taking me so well, but you're doing such a bad job " Mitsuya let out an airy sigh before lacing his fingers on your hips, guiding you to his cock in a faster pace.

Jerking his hips upwards, his tip bruised your cervix. Resulting you letting out a shaky mewl, languidly you bounced back on his cock.

"This pretty cunt's mine right? " He whispered next to your ears. Thrusting himself harder. Burying himself deeper that you can't even comprehend how he did so, too engrossed on the tip on your womb. You babbled out a babbling nonsense. "mm k-kashi "

"Can't speak now? " He hummed before slapping his hand back on your ass. You hugged his figure tightly, hearing the sloppy wet sounds of your own messy cunt.

"M'yours takashi " You say meeting his face. Your genuine eyes meeting his lavender ones.

With a lop sided smirk, he claims your lips. Kissing you feverishly. Teasing your bottom lip with his own tongue. The mullet haired boy continued to ram into you, you ricocheting on his cock so lewdly.

You can only lean your head back at the sensation. He praised you again and again and again. With the right petnames he has always called you.

"You're mine and mine only, dove" He whispered next to your ear, making your spine shiver. Cunt tighten around him so greedily. His thumb going under the hood of your clit. He played with it.

"Ah! mmm so good " You say circling your hips on his cock. Feeling your womb coiling, getting filled up as it reach it's limit. Threatening to tip out. Your thighs tembled. "So c-close t-takashi "

"Ah you're close? " Mitsuya muses.

Suddenly he lifted you off him. Your high abruptly coming into an excruciating halt. Your breath hitched.

Wet liquid trickling down on his cock and your inner thighs. The boy pinched your skin. "On fours, Ass up. We're not done." Burying your face into his pillow. You lifted your ass up, arching so gracefully. The lavender boy chuckles, returning his length back in your delicious cunt.

"God you're still tight after all that huh? " His hips slamming into you so recklessly. You gasped at the sudden speed. Fingers clenching into his sheets.

Mitsuya continued to tease you, building up your orgasm again. His hand printing your ass red. The sharp sound echoing across the room adding in the with noise of his squeaky bed. His hips harshly making contact with your bottom, fucking you into your cervix. Gripping your hips so tightly that it almost burns.

You gasped loudly. Your soft whiny trembles ringing on his ears. God it was heaven to him. He knew you were so close with your limit as you tightened around him. You mewled so loudly.

He knew the neighbours were gonna ask questions again about this. Poor them he wanted to make you feel so good. He went on and on slamming his length in you. The two of you building up your high. Up until his liquid started seeding into you. You let out pants, and a sigh.

Though before you can even exhale another breather. Thinking it was only that. You were so wrong. He slammed back his shaft in your hole. Still hard as before. filling your puffy cunt so full. Spreading your cheeks apart. Your cunt so pretty eating his thick shaft. With his cum collecting itself on the rim.

"Another one baby you can do it. "

The night continued on with your cunt getting pounded. Cumming again, again and again. He wanted to hear you whine and whine again. Your soft high pitched moans. Orgasm after another. Till your womb's loaded with his warm liquid. Your entrance leaking out with your mixed coatings.

"ah! ah! t-takashi mm I can't."

"One more okay? You're my good girl right? " His eyes trailed down on how you were taking him. You changed your position. Your legs now was wide open with his hands pinning your thighs apart on his mattress. You looked so pretty under him. Your pussy was glistening, tummy so filled with his cock bulging out. You rolling your eyes back. Lolling out your drooling tongue.

"t-takashi! " You moaned clenching around him. He rolled his hips so deeply, feeling himself reaching his limit. Both of your highs chasing each other. "Cummin! " You say as he languidly thrust into you. His liquid shooting inside you for the nth time, filling you up so full with his warm thick seed.

"Such a good girl." He said as he fell down on you. Kissing your cheek. You giggled at this feeling. "You like this don't you " He grinned kissing your cheek again so sweetly. The warmness of his body envaded you. You simply nodded, eyes sparkling.

"Mhm! I feel fuzzy and warm inside " You say. Mitsuya softly chuckled. "I promise you cheek kisses, If you promise me you'd be mine "

"Deal!"

"Now let's get you cleaned up baby"

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