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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝟏/𝟐)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐉𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟏)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞/ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭) , 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐩.𝟐)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟐𝐤.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!! 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! <𝟑

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢. 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧! 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡?), 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝), 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞), 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 '𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

Making mistakes was important to grow as a person.

Mistakes were good, it was a lesson for next time you made a bad decision.

But college students? Bad choices made the best stories. At least… if they had a fun and happy ending. Or you thought was the case.

The first mistake was going to a party with your friends. There were better things you could have done with your time like catching up on sleep that you lost during assignments, watching a show that you were itching to watch, just anything rather than being sober behind the wheel while your friends had had their share of fun with alcohol.

The second mistake was graver than the first; for you had rejected the option to go back, giving into the coaxes of your friends.

“I’m telling you, you’ll have fun.” , “Why do you want to sit cooped up in that room anyway?” , “let loose girl. A little fun never hurt anyone.”

Yet that little fun is what ruined you which brought you to the third bad decision you had made for the night; running into Zenin Tōji. Although attractive and the heir of old money, stealing the hearts of girls as he would give a sweet smile scoring a basket for the team, he was equally cruel and unscrupulous, making them cry once he was done playing with them. Yet the situation still remained the same, after all, who could resist the seduction of a man as handsome, built and mysterious as he was?

Choosing to just go with orange juice instead since you were the driver for the night, you took your cup and stood in the lonely corner of the room, hand reaching into your pocket to grab your phone. Might as well kill some time was what you had planned until it was interrupted by one of the invites.

“Hey cutie. Haven’t seen you around here before?”

“Yeah, not interested, beat it.” You said, scrolling through your social media pages. Nothing interesting, just people posting about the fun they were having at the party.

“Playing hard to get huh… have dealt with those before. Moan like bitches in bed later on.” he said, breath smelling of hard liquor as he leaned into you, grasping your hand in a firm grip. With a twist of your arm you threw the cup of juice on his face breaking away from his firm grip. Throwing the cup aside you were quick to take a picture of the man in front of you, the flash catching the attention of the crowd.

“Seems like this is gonna go on the college bulletin board. ‘Creep harasses a woman at a party; despite being rejected.’ Think you’re gonna get ‘bitches’ after pulling a stunt with me? I’m surprised you even get laid. Or is that just a claim you’re making, cherry boy?” you taunted, causing the crowd to laugh at him.

“Fuck you.” He said, flipping you off as he left.

“I don’t do trash.” you called out, as the murmuring of the party resuming spread.

“Now that’s a sight to behold.”

Turning around you were surprised to see a poised Tōji, one hand in his pocket while the other held onto a bottle of Hennessy.

What was he even doing here. Tōji was known to make a guest appearance, he was never one to be found in parties where he didn’t fit the scene. There was always something in return if he was there.

“Pray tell what brought you here, Zenin? Thought you didn’t do parties?” you shot back, turning around to face him. Chuckling, Tōji placed the bottle on his lips, taking a swing from it. He was known for having an abnormal alcohol tolerance, barely able to get drunk on it, sending guys home defeated if they dared to challenge him to a drinking contest.

“Whose house do you think this is?” he asked, gesturing to the room around him that was in chaos. Looking in the far corner of it, you saw the peek of a family portrait hanging on the wall.

You were in the Zenin estate. Embarrassed, you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Of course your friends had to attend a party, but they didn’t bother to tell you whose it was and you never bothered to ask, assuming it was just another party with an excuse to get drunk.

“Don’t go getting disappointed in me, Barbie.” Tōji teased, taking a step in front of you.

“Don’t call me that.”

“You’ll get used to it. Can’t bother to remember names anyway.” he shrugged. “As a token of apologies since you got… caught up in trouble with a creep in my house, allow me to drop you home.” he added, hand in front of him as an offer for you to take.

Since when was he such a gentleman?

“Alright Zenin. What’s the catch?” you questioned, eyes narrowed. There is no way Tōji was taking you home, especially where he didn’t have something in return.

“Relax, Barbie. What’s wrong with a guy wanting to take a girl home? I’m not saying that you don’t look… “ he trailed eyeing you up and down, “decent. It’s the least I can do after the scene that just happened at my house, despite an open invite and not knowing who was gonna come in. Don’t want that to happen again when you go back home do you?”

Scoffing at his crassness, you were quick to reject his offer.

“I’m a big girl, Zenin. I know how to take care of myself. I have to drive my friends home tonight. So no thanks.” You said, waving him off. Raising an eyebrow at you, Tōji tried to speak, only to be interrupted with the ringing of your phone.

“And that’s my cue. Thank you for the offer, but I decline.” you said, turning to leave with the eagerness to get out of his presence. Taking your friend by the arm and using the strength of your shoulder you took her out of the estate much to Tōji’s amusement.

Such a big girl indeed.

It didn’t take long for Toji to become every part of your life, from interrupting your lunch to running into you outside of your classes to walking behind you when you left for your dormitory. Your perspectives had begun to change on Toji. He wasn’t the one for small talk or rather any kind of talk. Daring to bring up the topic of his scar had caused him to be much more silent for more than half of the day causing him to be distant. He hated that he was a Zenin, so you resorted to calling him just Toji. He was pursuing business school to make his own money, fulfilling the wish to finally break away from his family. He didn’t have any friends, the only person fond of him was Naoya who was the youngest and at home; the only thing he had for company was his betta fish. Over a course of five weeks, Toji had begun to grow over you.Maybe you had judged a book by its cover.

“Game. Tomorrow night.”

Looking at the man who had made himself comfortable on the park bench of the campus as you fetched yourself a drink from the vending machine, you quirked an eyebrow.

“So what am I supposed to do with that?”

“You know.” was all he said, crossing his arms over his chest, throwing his head back.

“If you’re implying that I come to your game, you should just say so, Toji.” you replied, opening the can, taking a seat a few meters away from him.

Leaning over to you, he placed two fingers under your chin, making you look into his emerald eyes with the turn of your head. Gaze snapping from his eyes to his lips from the words he uttered. “Pretty please, Barbie?”

Lying awake in bed that night, you felt your heart race, remembering the way Toji’s lips moved around the words ‘pretty’ and ‘please’. You knew he was only teasing, but your heart said otherwise. You knew better than to be attached to a man like that. It was pointless and would only end up in heartache.

Yet, you had gone to the game that night, which would prove to be your fourth mistake. Scoring a basket on the buzzer beater, the crowd went wild as Toji shot them a smirk and with the roll of his eyes joined everyone in the locker room. Getting up from your seat, you were quick to walk the hallways, only to stumble upon the hearing of stifling moans and groans. Curious, you stopped by the boys locker room, eyes shifting from the transparent glass to see two figures, your heart clenching in your chest. You watched as Toji’s eyes were closed, his hand resting on the head of the woman in front of him as she bobbed her head up and down his length, choking from him fucking into her throat. It was on impulse that he had jerked his head forward, eyes boring into yours in lust before switching into one of wariness. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the sight and without spending a minute, you made a run for the glass doors to the entrance of the university.

Fuck Toji. Fuck the progress you had made with him. Fuck the party you had gone to that you had to run into him. Fuck the fact that you had grew to like him. Fuck that you had goddamn feelings for him.

Tears streamed down your face as you slammed the door to your dorm, upset that Toji and the time you had spent with him meant something to you, while you didn’t for him. Maybe your naive heart had come at a cost… the cost of you coming too close to the flame that it caused you to burn.

The next two weeks were filled with numbness, avoiding Toji; your friends pestering you to tell them what happened. Sighing you gave into their demands, the three of them surrounded you like a circle that you couldn’t escape from, with two of them sitting on either side of you while one sat in the front.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Erica asked, looking at you with her doe eyes.

“What else can I do? Time to hit the books and become a lawyer.” “Ah… the ‘I don’t want boys. I need money.’ classic. But do you know what’s better?” Yumi chipped with the wave of her finger as she pushed a plate of cake towards you, insisting that sweets would make you feel better. “What?” “A party.”

“No.” “But-” “No.” you said, pushing the plate of cake back towards her. “A party is what got me into this mess.” “And a party is what will get you out of it.” Mika said. “Think about it. There is one that is being held in the boy’s dorms. Running into Toji would be low and even if you do, he isn’t the only guy there. There are more than twenty dicks at least. And all of them are lookers.” Shooting her a stern look, she put her hand on your back. “There is nothing wrong with a rebound or at least meeting with someone new.”

Maybe you had given into Mika’s words, deciding to stand aloof in the boys dorms, holding onto a red cup while one of them tried to make a conversation with you.

“So… what are you studying?” Arata asked, taking a sip of his own alcohol. Play nice, smile pretty and don’t be so stiff if you want to take a guy home. “I’m doing law.”

“Woah. Pretty girl and pretty brains! That’s nice.” he said, eyeing you down. Placing his cup on the table, he was quick to place his open palm flat on your waist with a firm squeeze. Of course he wanted to take it further and turn in for the night.

“There’s a room down the hallway. Do you want to join me?” “Yes.”

Entering the empty bedroom at the end of the hallway, Arata pushed you against the door, hands on either side of you, caging you in while his knee was firmly pressed to your clothed core. Leaning into you, he kissed you once then twice, pulling your face close to his after as he became more passionate. You could feel his lips against you, and the passion that came from it but you couldn’t bring yourself to give into him. You needed time, not a hookup.

Bringing your hands up to his face, you placed your palms flat against his ears, pulling him away from you with a string of saliva attached to both your tongues, interrupting the heated moment. His brown orbs searched yours for answers, worry swimming in them to see if he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry Arata, but I can’t go through with this.”

“It’s alright pretty girl. Just…take your time okay?” he said softly, patting your head as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Maybe if you had met Arata sooner and not run into Toji at the party, maybe heartbreak was something you could have avoided. Closing the door behind you, you walked the empty hallway, coming close to a tall figure that blocked the middle of it.

“Didn’t expect to run into you here of all places, Barbie.” You froze. Looking up to see the man blocking you. Toji dressed in his black leather jacket, black shirt that fit his well built body and jeans that made his pronounced thighs stand out with boots to fit. “Move it, Zenin.” “Zenin? Since when did we go back to being strangers… it’s Toji, doll.” he chuckled, coming close to you. Rolling your eyes, you moved to the side of the hallway, his hand coming to the side to block you. Turning the other way, he did the same with his other hand. Ducking under it you tried to make a run for it, only to have him catch your hand and pull you behind, your back meeting his chest. “I wanna talk.” “No. There’s nothing to discuss about.” you protested, hand trying to break away from his grasp. “Let go of my hand, Zenin.” Picking you up, he placed you on his shoulder as you hit against his back and shoulders. “Put me the fuck down you oaf.” “Fancy words princess, but no. Our talk is long overdue.” he said, opening the door of the washroom in the hallway. “Watch your head. Wouldn’t want to have a concussion.”

Ducking your head, you were turned to face the mirror, Toji’s arm around you while you stared at his back. Locking the door shut for privacy, he took long strides, sitting you on the table near the sink that had a mirror behind it, placing his arms on either side of you, making sure to seal off all exits for your escape. “Talk.” “Talk about what?” “Why have you been avoiding me?” Green eyes boring into yours, he watched every expression from the pinch of your eyebrows to the aversion of your gaze. “It’s nothing.” Using a rough calloused hand, he brought it to your cheek, thumb stroking it, slowly and softly. “You know better than to lie to me Barbie.” Smacking his hand away, you were quick to snap. “Since when did I ever owe you any answers, Toji?” Trying to hop off the table, you tried to leave, only to have him push his body against you, trapping you between his chest and the mirror behind you. Leaning in, he kissed you, hand coming against the side of your face to tilt it at a better angle as his tongue licked your bottom lip while your eyes widened. Pulling away from you he gave a smirk, his eyes held a glaze of lust, his breath playing on your lips.

“You get me turned on when you’re angry.”

His other hand resting on your thigh, his palm squeezing the expanse of your thighs. He rests his lips on your neck, trailing kisses upto your ear, breathy gasps escaping your lips.

“Toji-” you moaned, as his hand came closer to your core, fingers teasing your nethers. He hummed in return, a deep baritone reverberating through the expanse of your neck, leaving another kiss. “Don’t tease me.” you said, hips rolling to get more friction.

“Tsk tsk. Where are you manners, doll? Thought you were more of a lady?” he asked, laughing slightly. “Is this what you wanted from me for the last two weeks?”

He pulled his hand away, standing hunched over as his eyes had a glint of mischief, his hands still on either side of you, veins running on the expanse of his smooth skin. “You came to my game that night, didn't you? At least I remember telling you that I had one but never told you to come to it, you did that according to your own void. You saw me in the locker room didn’t you?” he asked, eyes tauntingly looking into yours.

“It was someone else.” you said, gritting your teeth at the memory. Scoffing, Toji leaned closer to your face. “Don’t lie to me, Barbie. I remember quite well. Those confident eyes were the same ones that were outside of the door that night. And then you made a run for it.” you could feel his breath on the side of your cheek, warm and inviting while you averted your gaze away from him. Placing a hand under your chin, he turned your head to the side, staring into your orbs.

“What? Did you get sad seeing another girl get down on her knees for me?” he asked, eyes widening in amusement. You clenched your jaw, giving Toji the answer he wanted. “What did you do after going back to your room? Cry? Bawl? Felt pathetic about the attention I didn’t give you? Decided that Toji wasn’t good enough for you-”

A loud smack was heard around the walls of the bathroom, with Toji’s cheek starting to turn red. You had your hand raised, the palm of it stinging from it slapping Toji’s cheek while your eyes held anger and unshed tears. Angry that you had fallen for his charm, angry that you had given into his seduction, angry that he had taunted you and most of all…angry that he was right.

“Fuck you, Toji.” His lips curling into a smirk, Toji grabbed the meat of your thigh, fingers digging into it causing you to moan while his other held your hands up.

“Yeah?” was all he said, a feral expression taking over his face. Leaning close to your ear, he licked the shell of it with the flat of his tongue causing a shiver to go down your neck. “You want me to take you here? On this drawer? Make you into my cocksleeve?”

Rather than taking disgust in his words, you felt yourself taking pleasure in them, your cunt becoming more wet. There were times where you were on the receiving end of being spoken to, but it was never this filthy, with men only resorting to calling you their slut or whore.

“Don’t you dare disappoint me, Toji.” Toji was amused at your statement, eyes widening at your words. “Bold words coming from your mouth despite the position you’re in. Whatever happened to the words ‘yes, please’?” he teased. Locking your feet behind him, you slid further on the table, pushing your cunt over his hardon, causing him to hiss, his hands losing their grip on your wrists above you.

“Takes two to tango. If you want to prove a point, make sure you prove it right.” you said, snatching your hands on either side of you. Raising one, you placed it on his throat, feeling the up and down bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. “Go on. Impress me.”

Lips curling into a smirk, Toji did not move your hand, an eyebrow quirked at your boldness. Lifting you up, you let your hands fall onto his shoulders as he gathered your skirt, bunching it at your waist, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down. Taking off your heels he tossed them to the side haphazardly. Getting on his knees, he spread your legs apart, taking in the sight before him. “Lace…” he murmured, fingers reaching to feel the material along with teasing your core with the dip of it. Pulling it to the side, he let out a scoff. “Seems like you came prepared. What? Wanted to be fucked by someone that badly?” he asked, looking from your shaved pussy to you. Clicking your tongue, you grabbed his hair and pushed him into your sopping pussy, his eyes widening with a muffled sound of surprise. “Weren’t you always silent? Seems like you’re quite the chatterbox this evening. What? Riled up that I wasn’t going to fuck you?” you asked, your voice dripping with maliciousness. If he was going to make you upset, you were going to do the same. An eye for an eye. Pulling away he gave you a grin, slapping your hand away from his hair lightly. Eyes narrowed at you, his fingers dug into your thighs, making you hiss until his tongue met with the wetness of your cunt. One lick, two licks and Toji had his tongue buried into your pussy, his green eyes lidded and staring at your face as you threw your head back and moaned, your fingers entwining in his hair. Toji pulled moan after moan out of you, his tongue rolling slow and steady, torturing your clit.

“Use your fingers.” you commanded, a sharp slap meeting on the side of your thigh. “Just because I’m willing to do this for you, doesn’t mean you bite the hand that feeds you, slut.” Toji said grimly, nibbling on your clit causing you to scream from the sensitivity of it. Using his middle finger he pumped in and out of your wet hole, while moving his head to either side, a moan slipping between your lips. Toji kept going, soon slipping his ring finger into you, licking away at your clit as your hands began to pull his hair, letting him know you were close, the music from down the hallways muffling the sounds of your voice from the bathroom. You came with a broken moan, bucking your hips into his face while Toji took all of the bittersweet essence into his mouth. Getting up from his knees, Toji squeezed your cheeks together, making your mouth open. Letting his tongue roll out, the white fluid dropping into yours, then leaning down to kiss you, his tongue moving against yours in a sloppy manner while your hand moved from his hair to the column of his throat, pushing him away. Looking at your fucked out expression with drool slipping down from the side of your lips, Toji let out a low laugh, the sounds of his rich voice echoing around the room.

“Don’t you look adorably fucked out.” Pulling your hair behind, he gazed down at you. “But, we’re not done here.” Pulling your top up with your bra, he squeezed your breast, causing you to hum in pleasure, your grip from his neck slipping. Reaching down, he bit your neck lightly, leaving the light marks of his teeth, trailing down to your sternum. Pulling him by hair, you watched as he let out puffs of breath, lips pink and eyes shining an emerald under the ceiling light. Toji was beautiful.

“Take your clothes off, Toji. I can’t be the only one here… partly unclothed.” you said, hand slipping under his black shirt, nails dragging against the skin of his abs. Taking a step away from you, Toji dropped his jacket next to you on the table, with his shirt to follow, exposing his body. Your eyes wandered, taking in the sight of his partly naked glory. His body was littered in scars, the lighter lines scattered across his skin. Bringing your fingers close to one of the prominent ones on the side of his abs, you let your fingers trail on it, the skin of it feeling tender under your touch. Reaching down to take your hand into his, Toji placed it beside your head. He gave you a glare. Do not touch me. Understanding in return, your fingers entwined with his, your smaller ones squeezing between the spaces of his hand. Toji unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out, your eyes drinking in the sight of his painfully red tip. Not only was it big, it was impressive in girth too.

“Think it's pretty barbie?” he mocked.

“Mhm. You talk big game. Let’s see if you can keep me satisfied with it.” you sassed. If he thought he was going to get away with pretty words and playful banter in the middle of sex, he was dead wrong about it; you weren’t going to let him have his way with you. He might’ve been attractive, but the very attitude he had pissed you off yet that's what drew you to him over a span of five weeks.

Giving you a disapproving look, Toji slapped his dick against your pussy, gaining your rapt attention.

“You’re tempting me to face fuck you just so you can shut up and have that brat of an attitutude fixed. But…” he said, taking a gold foil from the back of his pocket and ripping it with his teeth. “Only good girls get to suck my dick. And that night… Seiko was being a good girl.” he added, rolling the condom on his length.

You grit your teeth. Toji never remembered anyone’s name, you highly doubt if he remembered yours. Toji gave you a smirk, thrusting his cock on the top of your cunt, gathering enough of your essence to make him wet. “What? Jealous that I remember another girl’s name?” he taunted. You were too easy to read weren’t you? Disappointment was evident on your face, with your nose crinkled, your jaw clenched and your eyebrows pinching out of irritation. The ball was now in your court; you had to preserve your pride. “I’m surprised a girl even stays wet with the way you talk. Rubbing past flings in people’s faces doesn’t exactly get them turned on, does it Zenin. Arata is still out there, maybe he can show me a good time-”

Toji lifted you up and thrust half of himself into you, making you moan. “Hah- you were saying?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh fuck you.” you said, demeaning but no malous behind the words.

“Gladly.” he chuckled, hands settling on your ass to push you back and forth to meet with his thrusts. Toji moaned as he felt your walls clench onto him, your warmth drawing more of him in, balls slapping against your skin. Your fingers dug into his back, leaving small marks as you bit into his shoulder to muffle your moans. With one hand on your ass Toji pulled your head back, eyes meeting with yours. “Look down. And don’t you fucking dare look away.”

Looking down, you watched as Toji’s dick thrust into your heat, in and out, your heart palpitating from both his speed and the flutter it felt to know that you were sharing intimacy with him. You moaned as he hit the spot that made your toes curl behind him.

“Seems like I found your weak point. Pathetic. I’m only fifteen- haah- fifteen thrusts in and you’re all ready to cum? I haven’t even come once. Girls I had over for the last two weeks were better than you-” another slap resounding the room, your hand stinging on the impact it left. Toji cursed as you felt his dick twitch in reaction. Smirking with a scoff you replied back. “Don’t tell me you’re into slapping Zenin? Such. a. Fucking. Masochist. Aren’t you.” you said, tapping his cheek lightly between each word. Unimpressed, Toji pulled out of you, making you stand on your bare feet, ass pressed against the drawer. Spinning you around, he made you face the mirror, landing a harsh slap on your ass, drawing a moaning scream while you were bent forward.

“If I’m a masochist what does that make you?” he asked darkly, hand under the column of your throat making you see yourself in the mirror. “Look at that. Your face is a mess like that makeup, tits out, and skirt up. All for a man that you want to have. You keep fucking taunting me with Arata, but in the end you rejected him anyway. Do you know why, Barbie?”

Clenching your eyes shut, Toji leaned close to your ear while his hand fingered your pussy from behind. “Cause you’re pathetic. Obsessed over me to the point that you can’t fuck another man. Now watch.” he said, his voice sickly sweet as he thrust his dick into you. Body hunched over you, he fucked into you like an animal, fast, hard and rough, while the other circled your clit. You could feel yourself coming undone as he thrust into that spot that made your knees quiver, and your vision turn hazy, your thoughts blank and your ears unable to hear anything, focusing on just your own pleasure.

“Cum for me.” he ordered, hand pinching your clit as you screamed. “Make a nice sloppy mess for me- ahhh fuck.” Toji moaned as he felt himself getting close, his balls wanting to empty out their cum into your wet cunt. With the tight clench of your wet walls, you felt yourself let go, a particularly high pitched moan escaping between your lips with panting breaths to follow after as you tried to hold yourself, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. Toji followed right after, his seed flooding into the rubber as his sweaty chest met with your naked lower back, his panting breaths close to your ear.

Giving a kiss to your neck, Toji said nothing as he pulled himself away from you, getting rid of the condom in the bathroom bin, grabbing a few paper towels to wipe himself before pulling up his boxers and pants along with his jacket and shirt. Calloused hands met your bare hips, spinning you around to lift you onto the table as he took a couple more paper towels, wetting them in the sink and cleaned you with rough hands that made you hiss but being gentle after. Taking your panties he slipped them up, placing your heels on the table next to you. Turning to leave you were quick to stop him with the pinch of his sleeve. Emerald eyes turning to look at you, you opened your mouth, lips forming around the words.

“What are we?” Taking a few moments of silence, Toji shook your hand from his sleeve, making you let go of him. “We’re nothing. We fucked, but that doesn’t mean anything. It was just to give you some closure. That’s all it was.” “Then why are you here? You could have just left me like you left anyone else.” you countered, eager to get a more detailed answer out of him.

“If you thought you could make an honest man out of me, you couldn’t be any more wrong. If you knew me any better you would know not to fall for me. If you think I will change for you, I won’t. Maybe next time, you wouldn’t be so naive.” he replied coldly, unlocking the door.

You watched as Toji disappeared out of sight, leaving you alone with stinging words, tears falling from your eyes onto your lap.

Your fifth mistake, was fucking Toji that night.

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