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princesssukunalover · 1 month ago
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Inconsiderate
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Toji Fushiguro is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag.
CW: NSFW, Toji Fushiguro x Female reader, age gap, unprotected sex, hate sex, missionary, doggystyle, degradation, begging, creampie, squirting, size kink, ball sucking, oral sex (both receiving), slapping, spanking, spit play, choking, face fucking, dacryphilia, VERY ROUGH SEX, dubcon elements, overstimulation, him being a nasty pervert, lack of aftercare. (I'M SORRY) Not proofread. 
Wc: 5027
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A cheerful bell above the door rings, signifying the start of another tedious shift at the ramen restaurant that you work in. Like clockwork, you tie a black, stained apron around your waist, sighing as you look at the customers coming in. Every week is the same. You spend your weekends dishing out food, and clearing it off the tables. It’s simple enough. And every week is the same as you keep telling yourself ‘Just a little longer.’ until you finally graduate from university and you can finally leave the job that funds your studies. The restaurant that you work at is far from perfect. You deal with the same sleazy customers every week; the same scum that come in with a scowl on their face, gamble, lose, and leave with a scowl on their face. There’s really no pleasing any of them, so you don’t even try. Most of them don’t even care, their minds too occupied by whatever horse race is airing on the rundown, static television in the corner of the room. 
And then there’s him. Toji Fushiguro. You only know his name from your boss, who seems to be an acquaintance of his. But an acquaintance is definitely not the word you would use to describe your relationship with him. Toji Fushiguro is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag. He spends his weekends at the restaurant, gambling and causing chaos with other customers. Toji finds any little thing to complain about when he knows that you’re on shift. He ordered tea? It’s too cold. He ordered ramen? There’s not enough meat. He ordered a desert? It’s too sweet. And on the rare occasions that the food is to his standard, the tables are a mess and the choice of seating is inadequate. 
Fushiguro finally makes his appearance. He treads towards the counter, an irritated look already plastered on his face. The scar on his lip does nothing to help him. It makes him look even more intense than he actually is. “Morning, doll.” He smirks. You try to mask your annoyance, but he knows how you hate when he calls you that. And that’s precisely why he does it. “What would you like today, Fushiguro?” You ask the man, mentally preparing yourself for the bullshit yet to come. “How about some sake?” He flatly responds.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for drinking?” You ask the well-built man, tilting your head in a way that Toji finds adorable.“Don’t you think you should mind your business?” He bites. You simply nod, not having the time or energy to deal with him. 
He stares intently as you prepare his drink, purposely provoking you, reminding you not to mess it up. When you bend down to grab a clean cup from below the counter, his eyes wander like the pervert he is. Toji knows that you can’t be less than 21 years old, but you’re nowhere near the same age as him. There’s some sick part of him that likes it. He likes how no matter how much shit he gives you, you’re going to do nothing but take it like a good girl, respecting her elders. This continuous cycle of Toji giving you more reasons to despise him continues for weeks, until the day you finally see him, outside of the restaurant. 
On a night out with friends, you’re sitting at a bar, ordering drinks while the rest of the group are on the dance floor. The ice cold metal from the bar stool brushes the bottom of your thighs, visible from the short dress that you regret choosing to wear. It leaves little to the imagination and you can feel the lustful stares from the men around you, trying to ignore it. Of course, you are not aware that one of those lustful stares is coming from Toji Fushiguro. The same man that spends his weekends finding ways to aggravate you is now spending his evening, thinking of how he’s going to rip you away from those pesky friends of yours. He wonders why you are even in such an establishment. You seem like the type of girl that would be home by 8, in bed by 9 and asleep by 10. The type of girl that wouldn’t be ordering shots like nobody’s business. Toji is pleasantly surprised when he watches you let loose and he wonders just how far you’ll go for the night.
When you’re about to pay for your drink, the bartender informs you that somebody has already done the honours. “Who?” You ask him, a confused look on your face. You turn to where the man is pointing and the confused expression on your face turns into a skeptical one. Toji stands up and you sigh. He strides towards you, a drink already in his hand, before he takes a seat beside you. He has that same smug look on his face, but you can tell he’s already been drinking. The alcohol gives him a dazed look that you find oddly attractive. You take his appearance in completely, eyeing the dark compression t-shirt that he’s always wearing, only in this lighting, it makes his muscles look even more defined. The black jeans that he’s wearing fail to conceal the absolute monster that he’s ‘hiding’ in his pants. For a moment, you even wonder if he’s hard. “You know, my eyes are up here, darlin.” Toji teases, looking down at you. You roll your eyes at him, going back to your drink. “Jeez, I don’t even get a thank you. How unappreciative.” He mumbles, staring into your eyes.
“Get lost, old man.” You spit out, to which Toji’s grin widens. He starts to play with your hair as if you’re some kind of toy. “Is that how you talk to me when the boss isn’t looking? You usually treat me so well at that shitty restaurant.” He jokes, resting his head in his hand as he leans on the bar counter, eyeing you up. Your eyes flicker between the zip on his jeans and his face, struggling to concentrate on his words. “I wouldn’t even piss on you, if you were on fire.” You snarl, the alcohol clearly taking effect. Toji moves the drink from in front of you, letting out a loud laugh, one that you’re used to hearing. “Damn, sweetheart, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Do you need something? Toji?” You reply, clearly getting annoyed. The tall man hums before he responds.  “Do you need something? Doll?” He questions, his face inching closer towards yours. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You ask Fushiguro, moving away from him. “I don’t know, doll. It’s just that, the entire time if you've been sitting here, you’ve been struggling to look away from my dick.” He growls in your ear, before licking the shell of it. Toji doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench together. 
“Oh, shut up. Don’t you have other things to do?” You try to avoid his remark and your face warms with the mix of lust and shame. “I can think of something I’d like to do. Or someone.” He tells you, his hand resting over your right thigh, which is shaking with anxiousness. You don’t realise it’s there until he squeezes your thigh and you turn to look at him. “The last thing I wanna do is fuck you. You asshole.” You attempt to lie, struggling to make eye contact. “Oh yeah? Is that so?” Toji asks you teasingly. You nod. Toji forces you to look into his eyes. “Then why haven’t you moved my hand from your pretty thigh?” You glance down at his hand. Sure enough the lengths of his fingers are rubbing circles into your thigh, waiting to be stopped. 
It takes you way too long to shove them off you. “You’re the worst.” You mumble.
“I know, baby. I know. But if you come home with me tonight, I’ll make it up to you.” Toji tells you. It’s the last time he tries to lure you in. And it’s the first time that it works because you find yourself holding his hand, following him out of the crowded club. You don’t have the means or time to say bye to your friends, your mind only focused on Toji’s defined biceps as he pulls you out through the door. Fushiguro suddenly crouches down before you feel his strong hands grip onto your thighs. You yelp in shock as he lifts you up, carrying you over his shoulder like a ragdoll. “Put me down, Fushiguro!” You shout. He laughs at you, carrying you down the street as if to say you’re his property. It only takes a minute before he reaches his house. He unlocks the door swiftly and practically slams it behind you and then he carries you upstairs. 
Toji throws you on his bed. You sit up, ready to scold him for his lack of care and tenderness, but he speaks first. “I’m gonna give you one last chance to leave. Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He tells you, staring into your pretty eyes. “Are you staying?” He asks you, to which you nod. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, doll.” He informs you.
“I want you to fuck me.” You quietly admit, clenching your thighs together like a needy slut.
“Huh? Say it a bit louder.” He orders you, tapping on his ear as he leans closer to you.
“I want you to fuck me, Toji.” You shamefully cry out. He smirks, blood rushing to his dick, which is now throbbing in anticipation.
“That’s a good girl. Lie down.” The man instructs, the praise making you blush. 
You remove your tight, black dress before you lie down. Toji wastes no time pulling your heels off. You hear two thuds as he discards them onto his bedroom floor. He grips your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and he kneels down. Your pussy throbs expectantly. The skin of your pussy is met with the cool air as Toji peels away your underwear. “Slutty little panties.” He mumbles, pocketing them into his jeans, which he unzips, freeing his cock. Toji groans as he lays his eyes on your pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy.” He mumbles, pushing one of his fingers in. You moan at the praise. “You’re already so fucking wet for me.” He pushes another finger in before he leans forward, kissing your clit.  
Toji allows his tongue to play with your pussy, flicking up and down your clit, sucking it little by little. It’s teasing, cruel, almost. You whine desperately as his long fingers thrust at a quicker pace. “That’s it, baby. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He slurs, the vibration of his voice bringing you even closer to an orgasm. “Don’t stop..” You moan, tugging at his hair to bring his face closer to you. He groans in response, curling his fingers inside of you until you jolt. “Hmm… So that’s where you like it..?” He teases, repeating his movements. Your moans turn into cries as he starts ruthlessly fingering you, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot. Just when you’re about to cum, he stops. “Need you to finish in my mouth.” Toji mumbles before you feel his tongue poke inside your pussy. It feels so dirty, his wet tongue playing inside of you. But it feels too good. The man eats you out like he’s starved. He eats your pussy like it’s his favourite meal. You start to grind your hips on his face and he licks your folds before circling back to your clit. “I.. I’m gonna cum..” You moan sensually. Toji grips onto your thighs, pulling them apart to make sure that no part of your pussy is left unloved. 
Fushiguro’s tongue has your legs shaking as you cum rapidly. He doesn’t stop licking your pussy, nor does he remove his grip from your plush thighs. “Toji, stop. It’s too much..” You tearfully wail while he laps up your cum. He ignores your pleas, completely absorbed in your twitching pussy. While Toji over-stimulates your needy cunt, you almost cry, trying hard to close your legs. You can’t take it anymore. Your ears ring as he forces another orgasm out of you. You cry out, begging him to stop, which he doesn’t. His tongue endlessly toys with your cunt. It makes you slowly start to lose your mind and you lose your ability to even speak. He notices you stop begging, your words turning into slow, erotic moans. “Poor girl, can’t even take my mouth. I wonder how you’ll even take my cock.” He groans as he finishes abusing your pussy. He plants soft, loving kisses on your pussy and inner thighs, rubbing them soothingly. Toji watches as your pussy is still twitching, begging for more. The tip of his cock leaks with pearly white precum, waiting to be swallowed by your tight hole. 
“Tell me, baby, you ever sucked a dick before?” Toji asks you. You hum in response, nodding shamefully. He tuts. “Dirty fucking girl.” He teases. You sit up and kneel before him on the bed. He towers over you, staring in awe as you submissively gaze at him. Your tits are perfectly plump and perky, nipples perfectly hard, both ready to be toyed with. Toji starts to grope your breasts. “You’re such a good fucking slut..” He groans. Although his constant praise turns you on, all you want is for him to hurry up and pound you. “Just hurry up and fuck me, Toji.” You burst, catching the man off guard. He stops playing with your breast and grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Who do you think you are? Ordering me around in my own house?” He asks you, stroking your face. You stay silent. “I think you should be punished. Punished for being such a slut. Punished for not respecting your elders.” He continues. You do nothing to defend yourself, preparing yourself for whatever punishment Toji has prepared for you. “Open your mouth.” He orders. 
Toji spits inside. You keep your mouth open, partly from shock, partly because you want him to do it again. He spits in your mouth a second time, this time slowly, allowing it to drop into your mouth. You close up, swallowing his spit like a shameless whore. He smirks, undoing his belt and putting it on the bed. His trousers drop to the floor and his cock springs completely free. It’s huge, perfectly veiny and way too thick. Toji notices how your expression falters a little. “Too big for you?” He teases.
“I’ve seen bigger.. It’s nothing impressive..” You lie, a smirk forming on your face, which is quickly wiped off as Toji’s hand meets your cheek. “Fucking bitch. I’m tired of your fucking attitude.” He grabs your hair, yanking you down from the bed and onto the floor. It’s utterly humiliating. He forces you to look at him, your face right below his balls. And although you hate Toji Fushiguro, although he’s 10 years older than you, although you already came twice, your pussy is throbbing, begging to be abused by the man in front of you.
“You gonna shut me up, old man?” You tease, digging your grave a little bigger.
“Hmm yeah..” Toji hums, rubbing the flesh of his penis on your soft face. You pout, fluttering your lashes at him. “You gonna teach me a lesson?” You ask submissively. Toji continues rubbing his dick on your cheeks. “Sure..” He tells you. You giggle in response. He’s had enough. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart?” He asks with false kindness. Toji positions the tip of his cock at your glossy lips, prompting you to open up. Big mistake. He grins and you realise just how much trouble you’re in. Toji forces himself into your mouth, but it’s not just the tip, it’s all of him. All eight inches of cock are now inside your throat as you begin to choke. 
You try to breathe through your nose, the scent of his crotch is intoxicating. It’s absolutely fucking degrading. You’re ashamed of yourself and for a moment, you wonder what your friends might think if they saw you like this. Toji moans as he feels you physically swallow his cock. Your throat warms his dick perfectly until he pulls out. Before you can even speak, his dick is back inside your mouth. He starts to fuck your throat, spit collecting and acting as lube. It’s painful and demeaning, but there’s a sick part of you that enjoys every second of it. “Stupid little brat. That’s what happens when you run your mouth.” He laughs, fucking your face. You gag on his length. If you weren’t already crying, you definitely are now. Toji grins, watching as mascara runs down your face. Your fingernails dig into his thighs for support, though he doesn’t mind the pain. 
The constant abuse of your throat makes you lose your mind. You stare up at him, a pleading look in your precious eyes, which is ignored as Toji mockingly stares back at you. He pulls out and you gasp for air. Your relief is short-lived when Toji grips the base of his cock, lifting himself so that his balls can rest on your face. “Suck my fucking balls, bitch.” He orders. You whimper lowly before licking his balls. One lick turns into two, which turns into you slotting both of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently. Toji pumps his cock with his rough hands, moaning as you pleasure him like a good slut. “Nasty little whore..” He almost laughs. “Use your hands.” He instructs, allowing you to take over and rub his dick. Toji groans vulgarly, watching while you do your best to get him off. The way he looks down on you has your stomach fluttering, even though it shouldn’t. 
Your lips part from beneath his dick, returning to form kisses on his shaft. “I love your dick.” You tell him, mesmerised. His dick twitches at your words. You start to lick his length and suck at the tip of his dick, getting a taste of his precum. Toji intervenes, pushing his cock back into your mouth while you suck him off. “Let me see you play with your pussy while you suck my dick.” He grunts and you do exactly that. Toji’s dick twitches as he watches you. You’re playing with your pussy and fingering yourself while you suck him off. The sound you make, sucking and swirling your tongue around his dick is almost enough to have him cum down your throat, but when you moan from toying with your clit, Toji’s just about ready to cum. “Stick your tongue out..” Fushiguro slurs, while he pumps his cock. Thick ropes of cum paint your tongue white as he finishes. He slaps his dick on your tongue a few times, spreading it out before he moves to cum on your face. 
When he’s completely bottomed out, he stops for a moment to admire his little masterpiece. Mascara is running down your eyes and there's an erotic blush on your face, which is covered in cum. Your lips are swollen and his cum drips from your mouth, down onto your tits, little by little. You’re on your knees before him and your hair is slightly dishevelled from him tirelessly gripping it. You stare up at Toji, whimpering from his wrath. He hums before speaking. “I don’t think we should let that cum go to waste..” He tells you, swiping a little off your face with his index finger, like icing on a cake. He doesn’t even have to tell you what to do because you’re opening your mouth and sucking Toji’s cum off his finger. And just like that, he’s hard again, feeling as your tongue swirls around his finger. He watches carefully as you swallow his cum.
Fushiguro leans down to lift you up gently. Although he just completely ruined your face and your throat, he is still somewhat a gentleman. He sits you down on his bed and you move back a little. Toji moves closer to your face, his two arms supporting him as they rest beside your face. “Come here, doll.” He mumbles before placing his lips onto yours, which are soft and plump compared to his own. Your tongue grazes on the scar of his lip before he pushes his own into your mouth. Your heart pounds dangerously as you make out with him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in closer. Something about it feels so right, but you tell yourself not to get hooked. It's difficult when he’s kissing you so tenderly. You moan against his lips and you lift your legs up, allowing him to place his dick against your pussy. Toji groans at the contact, grinding himself into you as reciprocate. 
Toji pulls away from your lips before he’s, kissing your cheek sweetly. His kisses migrate down your jawline until his lips are on your neck. The kissing turns into light sucking as he teases you. You mewl in response, feeling his lips curl into a smile. “Hmm.. She’s sensitive there..” He teases before he continues to leave love bites along your neck, moving down towards your breasts. You expect him to start toying with your nipples until he sits up, properly aligning his length with your pussy. “Fuck.. Your little pussy’s just begging to be filled.” He murmurs, eyeing as you twitch around nothing in anticipation. Toji uses your arousal as lubrication to push his dick inside you. A visible bulge forms beneath your stomach. He’s so fucking big compared to your tiny pussy. He could almost cum as you start to whimper, telling him you can’t take it. “It’s okay, baby, you can take it.” He reassures you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size while his dick stretches you so good. “You’re so big..” You moan, your pussy throbbing on his length. 
Toji lets out a light chuckle before he leans closer to you, his face inches away from yours. He starts off slow. Slowly thrusting himself in and out of your pussy, which feels heavenly around him. Your pussy is nice and warm, tightly squeezing him, but it’s still wet enough for him to fuck you good. “God.. You feel so fucking good, squeezing my dick like that.” Toji groans into your ear, making you moan in response. He whispers praises into your ear before he bites it tauntingly. “Stop teasing me.” You cry out. Toji fakes his sympathy.
“I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.” He murmurs before kissing your soft lips. You moan into the kiss and he speeds up his thrusts, fucking himself into you. Your hands make their way around his back, pulling him in closer. 
The way you’re moaning has Toji completely entranced. The feeling of your soft hands caressing the hard muscle of his stout back hypnotises him. He pulls away from your lips and looks you in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the day I met you.” He confesses, your eyes widening as you look at him. “What.?” You ask him, stuttering as he continues fucking you. “You’re so fucking cute.. Such a pretty girl..” He mumbles, clearly drunk on your pussy. You smile knowingly before you pull him in for another kiss. You can feel that Toji’s about to cum when he twitches inside of you, speeding up his thrusts. His right hand makes its way to your pussy, teasing your clit while you take his cock. His fingers are fast and resolute as he works to make you cum. All of a sudden, it becomes too much. The smell of Toji’s cologne is intoxicating, paired with the faint smell of cigarettes coming from his bedroom. He’s now fucking you so rough and so good, abusing your clit with just his fingers. “Toji.. I think I’m gonna cum.” You squeal, clenching your pussy on his cock.
“Come on, baby. Cum on my dick.” He groans, pounding into you with purpose. 
And just like that, you let out the most erotic moan that Toji has heard in a while. You’re a blabbering mess the man above you continues to fuck you, chasing his own orgasm. “Where do you want me to cum?” He asks you, to which you weakly respond.
“Inside..” He groans in anticipation. The thought of him filling your pussy with his cum riles him up. “You want me to breed your little pussy? Hmm? Want me to use you as my personal cum dump?” Toji questions and you nod beggingly. He kisses you on the forehead before he leans back away from you, gripping onto your thighs. Toji pulls your body closer to him, using you like a fleshlight as he pounds into you. He moans passionately as he bottoms out inside of you, filling you up with his cum, just like you wanted. “Fuck..” He slurs, slowing down his thrusts and wrapping his thumb and index finger around the base of his dick. He slowly pulls out halfway, allowing the rest of his cum to stay inside of you. 
When he finally pulls out, his cum slowly oozes out of your pussy. Toji wishes he could picture this moment forever, watching as you collect your breath, completely in a daze and all fucked out. “You’re letting my cum go to waste.” Toji teases, slapping your thigh tauntingly. You mewl from the feeling. The sight of cum dripping from your pussy is enough to make Fushiguro want to fuck you again. He’s not sure how, but he knows that he has a few more rounds in him and he just hopes that you’re the same. “Think you got one more round in you?” He asks. You freeze and he notices.
“I can’t..” You whine, completely ruined by Toji’s huge dick.
“Aw.. Come on princess.. Just one more? Promise I’ll be gentle.” He urges. You know he’s lying and so does he. “Just one more.” You repeat. Toji doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he rapidly flips you over, pulling your ass closer to him and you yelp. 
“I wanna fuck you from the back.” Toji growls as you lay your face down on the bed with your ass up to him. You look and feel like a complete slut, ready to be bred a second time by Toji Fushiguro. Testing the waters, he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, which recoils so beautifully. You let out a pleasing hum in response and that’s when Toji knows that you’re a little slut who gets off from being spanked. “Fucking little, slut.” He slaps your ass again. You whine as you feel Toji’s thick, wet cock line up with your entrance, yet again. He uses his cum as lube and pushes himself into you. Although you’ve already been fucked by him, it still feels too big for you and you need time to adjust. But Toji doesn’t care. He starts to fuck you, completely absorbed in the way your ass bounces off his dick. The only thing you can do is lie there and take it. 
Toji’s hands grip at your waist, pushing his dick further inside you than before. You’re sure that the tip of his dick is hitting your womb and the feeling drives you insane. As he’s fucking you, Toji loses interest in your comfort. He’s too busy pulling you back and forth on his dick, desperate to fuck his cum into you. You cry out in pain as he spanks you continuously, muttering degrading and sensual words that bring you closer to orgasm. He spends the next couple of minutes fucking your pussy from behind like a beast before he’s gripping your hair and forcing you to arch your back completely. “Toji… ahh! It’s too much!” You cry out, gasping for air. He ignores you. “Please…” You beg him. He ignores you. “I can’t take it..!” You start to sob. He wraps his right arm around your neck. “You can’t take it?” He asks you as if you are even capable of responding. “No.. baby, you’re gonna take it.” He tells you as his hard biceps start to choke you and he pounds the fuck out of you. 
That’s when you realise that you should’ve stayed at the bar. Once again, you are reminded that Toji is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag. He doesn’t care about making you comfortable. He’s already given you three orgasms and that’s enough. All he cares about is ruining you and leaving you full to the brim with his cum. Toji plants kisses into your scalp, telling you not much longer. Your back is seriously starting to ache and you can no longer feel anything below the waist. Your hips jerk up abruptly as Toji’s dick hits your special spot. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continuously attacks your sensitive area until you're squirting on his dick, crying and drooling as you cum from the abuse and overstimulation of your pussy. Your orgasm is followed by Toji’s when he drains his balls inside of you, filling you with his cum. He slows down and lets your body drop back onto the bed, your perfect ass still in the air. 
The older man watches as his cum drips out of your pussy, which is now red and swollen from being tormented by his dick. He bites his lip, enthralled by how out of bounds you look. He rubs your ass apologetically but you don’t move until he pulls your legs back, allowing you to completely lie down on your stomach. You’re a whimpering mess, unable to form a sentence and in complete ruins, trying to recollect your breath. “You’re an asshole..” Is the only thing that you can mumble before you close your eyes. You hear him grab something from the pockets of his trousers before he answers.
“I know.. Baby. I know.” Toji murmurs, lighting a cigarette.
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I'm so fucking sorry for this. LOL.
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Lowkey wasnt nasty enough for me 😝
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princesssukunalover · 1 month ago
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Nanami Kento realises his grave mistake of pushing his wife away. He'll do anything and everything to get her back.
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CW: Nanami lowkey being miserable, angst, mentions of divorce.
Part 2 of 5
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It starts off with remorseful gifts at your door and it's obvious who they are from. You refuse to even acknowledge your ex husband’s futile efforts to apologise. And after 2 weeks, when the entry to your apartment becomes cluttered with flowers in colours that you don’t even like, chocolates so full of sugar that you wouldn’t even lick them and cards that you don’t bother to open, you finally decide that you’ve had enough. You’ve had enough of Nanami’s weak attempts to win you back. Surely, 6 months ago you would have been gratified to even receive a single rose, picked from a bush on his way home from work, or any gesture that made you feel valued. But it took you less than a year until you asked yourself, ‘If he could not speak, would you still love him for his actions?’ And it took you less than a minute to realise that there were simply no actions that Nanami had done during your union that could prove that he truly loves his wife.
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As Nanami is about to enter Jujutsu High for an important meeting, he is stopped by the abrupt buzzing of his phone. “I’ll be inside in 5 minutes.” He tells Gojo, who waves him off and goes inside the building, leaving the tall blonde alone. His heart stops for a moment, staring at his phone as your name appears on the screen. He answers it way too quickly. Nanami doesn’t speak. He waits to hear the sweet voice that he’s missed for these past few months. “Kento..” You start. He responds, calling your name. “I haven’t heard from you in a while.” He tells you. “And I wanted to keep it that way, Kento.” You sigh, causing his heart to drop in sorrow. He tries to talk but you cut him off. “Stop sending me these gifts. I want nothing to do with you.” You tell your ex husband. “I’m sorry.” Is all that Nanami can utter. “I mean seriously, did you think that some cheap chocolate, a waste of paper and roses that die in 3 days can undo the feeling of being neglected by the person you love most?” You question. “Is that all you think I am worth?!” You accuse him, starting to get angry and even a little embarrassed. Nanami answers quickly.
“No.. I know that wasn’t enough and I would never think that it’s all you were worth. You are worth everything to me. And I really never showed you how much I love you. I promise I won’t let it happen again-” You cut him off. “Kento, just stop. There’s no ‘again’. There’s no salvaging this. It’s over. You treated me like shit for most of our marriage, and now that you're gone, I’m doing better, Kento. I have a life now. I have a career.” You begin to explain how much your life has improved since the divorce, which he painfully listens to, the hole in his heart widening with each sentence. “It’s over.. Nanami.” You repeat before the call ends. Your ice cold tone haunts him; not because of the cruel manner that you’re speaking to him; not because you don’t bother address him by his first name; but it’s because in his soul, he knows that at some point in your marriage, he spoke to you in such a manner, and in his soul, there remains nothing but guilt and self hatred, for allowing him to lose the love of his life. 
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Life for Nanami resumes after one or two months. His mansion that was once littered with empty takeout boxes is now looking cleaner these days. He’s built up a routine that distracts him from the sorrows of life. He spends his evenings alone, cooking meals that lack love and warmth, but it keeps him fed and alive, so he doesn’t give a damn. He spends his mornings working out on the floor of his cold living room, the same living room where you would make love together in the early start of your relationship. He ignores the pain in his muscles as he abuses them with every added kilogram of weight. It’s incomparable to the pain which he feels when he takes a glimpse of the wedding photos on his fridge that he refuses to get rid of. His friends wonder if he is some kind of masochist, who needs a constant reminder of the mistakes that he has made.
Every once in a while, Kento will go to a diner and treat himself to a warm and thoughtful meal. It’s one of the small ways that he can commit an act of self-love without feeling undeserving of it. Quickly, that self-love rots into self-hate as he looks up from his plate on a random Friday evening. His heart genuinely drops when he sees you walk through the door, all dolled up. Weeks of progress are undone in 10 short seconds as he scans your body from head to toe. It all comes flashing back. He remembers everything. He remembers the way he’d fuck you senselessly against the counter, against the dining table, on his bed, on his couch. He remembers the way he’d wake up next to you, watching how beautiful you looked in your sleep. And he remembers what he lost. And it is at that same moment that he remembers Gojo’s words, which echo in his mind. He needs to win you back. He’s going to win you back. 
Kento watches deliberately. It would seem that you’re on some kind of date. He wonders how many dates you’ve been on since the divorce. And although it’s not completely unexpected to him that you’re beginning to date again, he admits that it’s quicker than he would’ve wanted. You don’t notice your stoic ex-husband at first, as you greet the man that you’re meeting with, who kindly gives you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, which you are too sweet to admit, gives you some form of PTSD. After your first glass of wine, you finally notice that somebody is staring intently in your direction. As you squint your eyes to get a better look across the room, you’re met with a smirk, coming from your handsome ex-husband. Your chest feels hollow.
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princesssukunalover · 10 months ago
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Nanami Kento realises his grave mistake of pushing his wife away. He'll do anything and everything to get her back.
Ex husband!Nanami Kento x Reader
Part 2
CW: Divorce, minor angst, NSFW in further chapters, enemies to lovers.
Part 1 of 5
wc: 1062
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You’re not sure how things went wrong. You try to understand it all, as you lower yourself into the warm bath, with a glass of freshly poured wine in your hand. Eyeing the flickering candle across from you, the memories of your marriage with Nanami Kento come flooding back. The man who was once loving, doting and there for you became cold, neglectful and absent. When he first started to change, you brushed it off as a bad day at work, but a bad day became a bad week, which became bad months until you’d simply had enough. It was not what you had signed up for. While you take sips of the red wine that he had actually bought you as a last minute birthday gift, you reminisce on the beginning of your marriage. You remember how he promised to take care of you, how he promised to love and cherish you, until death do you apart. What a load of bullshit. 
It was laughable how you’d even trusted his words and trusted that you could live happily ever after. But what was not so amusing was Nanami’s reaction to him finding divorce papers on his desk on a random Thursday evening. He didn’t even bother to fight for your love, he’d signed the papers and left them on the refrigerator, held down by a souvenir magnet from your honeymoon in Italy. All it did was remind you just how unempathetic the bastard really was, and how much of a fool you were to even say yes in the first place. You were a fool to give up on your career and to serve as a housewife for this man, just for him to come home late without notifying you, just for him to let the food that you’d spent hours cooking for him to get cold, just for him to forget your anniversary and, evidently, your existence. Nanami did not honour your sacrifices, instead, he took them for granted and so a divorce is where it got him. You’re at least happy that the divorce was smooth. Nanami had given you a lot of his money. It’s not like he needed it anyway. You’d moved out pretty quickly into your lonesome apartment, which was much different to the large mansion that you were living in with your ex husband. Once again, you were an attorney and a single woman, ready to live your life alone. 
While you seemed to be taking the separation better than most, Nanami, on the other hand, was starting to realise the error of his ways. When he’d come home from a long, treacherous day of fighting curses and dealing with annoying colleagues, such as Gojo Satoru, there was no warm welcome waiting for him. There was no warm food there for him. And there was no warm pussy ready for him to fuck. Everything was cold. The house was cold, but never as cold as Nanami was to his own wife. Kento sighed, taking off his shoes and his coat, hanging it up before he walked into the living room. The house was empty. There were no more pretty flowers or pictures of you both decorating the room. There wasn’t even a rug anymore. You had taken it into your new apartment when you moved out. A loud banging on the door brings Kento out of his thoughts. “Nanami! You forgot your stupid umbrella.” Gojo shouts through the letterbox.
“Fucking idiot..” Kento mumbles, turning around to open the door for his ‘friend’. 
“How rude!” Gojo exclaims, laughing. He stops joking when he sees how dull the house actually looks. “What the hell happened here? The place looks like a horror movie setting.” Gojo jokes, pushing past Nanami. 
“Idiot, get the hell out of my house.” He mumbles, watching as his friend takes his shoes off.
“This place needs a woman’s touch, Nanami.” Gojo states. “I guess you are really suffering without your ex wife.” He adds, his tone laced partly with pity and partly with worry.
“The house looks fine. And it’s none of your business. Idiot.” Kento lies. It was more than obvious that Gojo was right. The house was missing warmth, love and creativity ever since you’d left. There were no hot meals waiting for him and Nanami did not have the patience to cook for himself, the empty takeout boxes on the coffee table acting as evidence. “I’m staying for dinner.” Gojo decides, not giving Kento the chance to refuse. He only sighs, turning the TV on. “Just order something.” He tells Gojo, who is busy trying to turn the TV on. When he finally does, a reality TV show comes on, which definitely does not seem suited to Nanami’s tastes. “You watch this shit?” Gojo laughs.
“She usually watches it.” Gojo already knows who he is talking about.
“Well she used to.” Nanami sighs. The truth is, Nanami had not changed the channel since you’d left. He would just imagine you sitting on your shared sofa, playing with his blonde hair after he’d had a long day. He’s lost so much without even realising. 
“You clearly miss her.” Satoru declares. Nanami looks up to meet his eyes. “You should call her. Ask her to meet for proper closure.” Gojo advises his colleague.
“I already got closure.” Kento states in return.
“Bullshit. Signing papers and agreeing on who takes what is definitely not closure. Did you even apologise to her? Did you even tell her how much she meant to you?” Gojo asks, starting to become annoyed. “You’re acting like you know everything again.” Kento starts to grow irritated.
“I do know everything. I especially know the feeling of regret.” Satoru affirms, putting the TV remote down. “If you don’t try then you’ll never get the chance to have what she gave you again. You’ll never get over it, meaning you won’t experience love like that again. And then you’ll just be a grumpy old fuck forever, and that’s no good for you or me.” He continues, joking on the last part. Nanami only sighs in response. He knows that his friend is right but he refuses to admit it. “Did you order yet?” He asks, hoping to change the topic. Although, he soon realises that he’d made a grave mistake. And he was going to try everything to fix it.
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This is just a little teaser i guess for an upcoming short fic. Hope you like it.
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princesssukunalover · 10 months ago
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Terushima Yuuji thinks he's going insane when he sees his cute little college crush on a porn site.
Terushima Yuuji x Camgirl!reader
CW: NSFW, enemies with benefits -> enemies to lovers, sex, oral sex, dick and tongue piercing, masturbation, porn, praise kink, hair pulling, creampie, camgirl!reader, college/University AU.
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You're halfway through your first year of college. It seems to be going relatively well, excluding a couple of irritants. The early classes. The busy hallways. The monthly bills. The noisey hallways. But worse of all. Terushima Yuuji. You’re not particularly sure when your little feud began. Maybe it was when he irresponsibly found a way to spill his entire energy drink all over you in the first week. Or maybe it was when he’d completely ruined your spring project with him as he refused to work properly. It could’ve been that he would always ask you for stationary, only to never return it. You don’t know, and you don’t care. One thing you do know is that Terushima Yuuji was not your friend.
Tiredly, you sigh as you take your glasses off, trying your hardest to ignore the pest beside you. A handsome one at that. “If you rub your eyes like that, they’ll get damaged.” Terushima warns you. You roll your eyes, looking down at your watch eagerly. “Why so agitated, cutie?” Yuuji teases. You gag. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop with these pet names?” You complain. Terushima only smirks. “What? You don’t like that one either?” He asks you, fiddling with the hem of your cardigan. “How about my actual name?” You ask.
“Where’s the fun in that baby?” He jokes. You groan in response, practically slamming your head on the desk in annoyance. Terushima only smiles in adoration. Anything and everything you do seems to please him. In reality, he obsesses over you. Every name you call him, every time you slap him, he loves it. He loves the attention. He can’t help it. Not when it’s you, the cutest girl he’s ever seen. But why can’t you realise that?
The end of the day approaches fast. Soon enough, you’re in your dorm, studying, as Terushima is in his, although, he is not quite studying. His delicate fingers slightly tremble as he types into his phone. He feels guilty. Sexualising you like that. But he can’t help it as he searches on whatever porn website, “Girls with glasses..” “College girls..” “Nerdy girls..” He scrolls lazily in slight anticipation. Suddenly, he scrolls back up, his heart stopping immediately.
No way.
No fucking way.
He thinks he’s dreaming.
He thinks he’s crazy.
He thinks he’s officially lost the plot when he sees the girl of his dreams, on Pornhub. Pornhub of all places. He almost cums when he sees your pretty face in the thumbnail. Your pretty body is set in a very compromising position. The first thing he does is screenshot what he’s seeing, to save it for later. The next thing he does is the beginning of your interesting relationship with Terushima Yuuji.
Still in shock, Terushima, so nervously, clicks on the video. It’s only a minute or so until your erotic moans are playing into his, now blushy, ears. His mouth falls open, amazed. The throbbing in between his legs is unbearable. But despite that, he can’t bring himself to move. Not when he is watching you fuck yourself with some sort of dildo. Not when you’re moaning like that. The image of your angelic body will forever be burned into his restless mind. He could never complain. Terushima stares in awe as you grind your hips fluidly, rolling your eyes through your trademark glasses. He can’t help but wish it was him beneath you. The next 16 minutes are discourteous. He strokes his dick slowly, trying to hold himself for whatever reason. Maybe it’s because he’s imagining you. Imagining what you’d feel like riding his dick. In a matter of seconds, he begins to wonder what you sitting on his face would be like. He spends the rest of his evening going through your content, tipping all kinds of bills under a fake name.
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As you stroll on through the rowdy hallways of the college, you spot Terushima in the corner of your eye. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you catch him walking with the smallest limp. Oddly, you of all people notice it. Curiously, your mind wonders. Did he trip over? Did he do something stupid and irresponsible again. Your eyes scan his face and you realise he seems awfully chipper about something. You then sigh. The idea of Terushima having sex with other girls irks you. You’re not sure why it makes you angry. Maybe it’s because you’re supposed to hate him. Or maybe it’s because you’re jealous. Who knows? Your mind couldn’t come close to figuring out just why Terushima is acting like this on such a boring day. Not even an inch close.
You avoid sitting next to the boy in your next class, instead opting to sit near a friend. Regrettably, you fail to see the way Terushima’s eyes fault in distress as he is under the impression that he has done something wrong. Yes, he did stalk your entire account the day before, going 4 or 5 rounds before he called it a day. But you didn’t know this. What could possibly be the issue? Eventually you are distracted from all and any work at the buzz of your phone. You move to switch it off until you see that the notification is from a recipient by the name of Terushima Yuuji. Inquisitively, you turn your head to look at the blonde boy, a questioning look on your innocent face. He only shakes his phone, signalling for you to read the message. ‘Did I do something?’ The message reads. ‘What a stupid question!’ Is all you can think. You ask him what on earth he is on about, to which he responds explaining how you’re not sitting with him. This has you puzzled. Since when did he care?
In time, the conversation gets to a point where you ,so boldly, state, ‘I’m not interested in being one of your fangirls or flings.’ When he asks you what you mean by that, you bring up his subtle limping. The conversation stops for a minute. You look around the classroom confused, only to see him smirking at his phone before he’s typing again. What is he up to? Yuuji is quick to clear up the miscalculation as he explains that the reason he is limping is because he was up all night fucking himself to you, attatching the screenshot before sending the message. After reading the bombshell of a message, you turn around to see Terushima smirking slyly at you, pure confidence in his dark eyes. You’ve never looked back down at your desk so fast, stressing out as your heart rate increases.
At the end of the lesson, Terushima apprehensively follows you out of the lecture hall, his light footsteps echoing behind you as you speed up. He calls your name tauntingly. He does it again. When you’re further away from the crowds, you turn around, your precious eyes locking with his own. Yuuji is left in a duel state of excitement and shock after you slap him across his smug face. “Fucking pervert.” You complain. You couldn’t fully complain when the idea of him getting off to you is all you can think about. “My bad, sweetheart, I was under the impression that you wanted people to masterbate to you.. Especially if you’re a camgirl.” Yuuji responds, gracefully taking your hand and lowering it. You cannot help but become flustered at the statement, and the fact that he is holding your hand lightly. “But if you wanted to be pleased, you could’ve just asked me.” He jokes. Although, he most definitely isn't joking. And you are very much aware of that.
Enough of his constant fooling around, you decide to bite back. “I don’t know Teru, I wasn’t under the impression that a boy could please me the way I need to be pleased.” You tell the boy. Terushima’s eyes widen. “Well that’s just because you haven’t tried me yet.” He argues. He’s desperate and you both know it. You take a step forward closer to him and look him directly in the eyes. “Hmm..” You falsely begin to ponder. “Who knows, maybe you could put that tongue piercing to use.” You suggest, sliding one of your fingers onto the shiny ball sat on his tongue. Yuuji blushed tremendously, surprised by your unexpected gesture. “I’ll see you around dumbass.” You mock him, walking off into the distance. Belatedly, Teru pieces everything together, baffled that he could’ve made such a huge mistake of thinking you were a sweet, innocent girl. He recalls how you would always seem to have new clothes and expensive things, wondering where you could have possibly gotten the cash from. You were going to be the death of that poor boy.
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Terushima is doing some last minute studying when the clamorous sound of an untimely message alerts him. He sighs, picking up his phone, only to relax as your name flashes on his screen. He reads the message. Simply put, it’s your dorm room and an instruction. Bring condoms. That evening, his homework is neglected and so is his self respect and composure when he practically runs across the campus to your dorm. He couldn't care less about the strange looks he receives on the way. You almost jump as you hear an urgent banging at your door. You roll your eyes bitterly and stand from your sofa to open the door angrily. “Terushima what the hell is wr-” You’re cut off with the feeling of his soft lips on yours. The door slams behind him as his hands slide down to your waist, gripping the sides of your body. You shudder as the metal ball of his piercing slides off your tongue.
As if this story wasn’t cliche enough, he bends down slightly to grab onto your soft thighs, lifting you up to press you against the pale walls as the two of you kiss lustfully. Small moans escape from both of your mouths in anticipation, only yours become more frequent as you feel the rock beneath you. Terushima has never felt so hard and needy in his life. His dick, which is covered by pesky clothing, rubs against your clit, which is protected by the thin layer of silky underwear. It’s only until you feel an odd, ball shaped structure roll against your throbbing clit when you are brought out of your daze. “What is that..?” You question in a slow mumble. Teru only chuckles against your lips as he carries you towards your bed, gently laying you down on the soft sheets before he moves to kiss your neck sweetly. You run your gentle fingers through his blonde hair, gripping onto it tenderly as he smells the sweet perfume radiating off of your chest area.
The boy wastes no time taking off your clothing, careful not to rip them. You fail to see when Yuuji sneaks the silky pair of panties that you were wearing into his trouser pocket. He lowers himself back down to cover your breasts and stomach with kisses, very affectionately. Finally, his face is between your legs, and you feel him smirk against your supple skin. Terushima sticks his tongue out, licking the wetness from your pussy. You relax in exhilaration as his piercing glides up, down and around your throbbing clit. Your graceful hands make their way back to Yuuji’s head as you pull him closer towards you and tug at his hair. “Teru..” You begin to moan. A small creak of the bed echos throughout the room as he rubs his hardened cock on the edge of your bed, moaning into your wet pussy. “Just like that..” You whimper.
It doesn’t take long before you cum onto his tongue, gripping his hair harshly as he continues at a faster pace. Your thighs begin to close around his head as it starts to become too much. But that’s when the fun begins. Terushima forcefully pushes your thighs apart and grips them lovingly. He goes right back into your pussy, lapping up your cum with his tongue as if he was starving. You begin to think that he’s not doing this for your pleasure. And you’re right. Just the act of you whimpering beneath him is enough to get him gone. He begins to thrust his hips towards the edge of your bed, hoping for some sort of stimulation as his dick throbs painfully. “Oh, God! Yuuji that feels so good.” You burst. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hips jerk up and down his tongue while he overstimulates your sensitive clit. Your glasses are now starting to fog up from the heat and pleasure coming from your body. At last, he finishes eating you out when he leans upward to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Do you wanna continue?” He asks you. You nod undeniably.
Teru steps away from the bed to undo his jeans. The sound of the buckle on his belt has you rubbing your thighs in anticipation as Yuuji undresses before you. When he finally lets his hardened cock free, your mouth widens slightly. His dick is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, you think. It’s perfectly long and thick, with a few veins here and there. But that’s not what you’re focused on. It’s hard not to stare at the bold piercing at the tip of his dick. “Teru.. I didn’t think you’d actually pierce your dick.” You mutter in surprise, referring to a joke he’d made a couple months back. Teru only chuckles in response, focussed on the task at hand. You sit up as he crouches onto the bed before your lips meet for yet another makeout session. This time around, you’re sat straddling his toned thighs, which feel hard beneath you. “Let’s see how big you can get for me.” Teru groans as you tease him, jolting in pleasure as you feel the veins from Yuuji’s dick rub against your clit. While you’re busy kissing the boy, your hips automatically begin to grind on the boy’s lap, causing him to bite onto your soft, cherry-red lips. “God, I've been waiting weeks for this..” Terushima confesses as he pulls away to breathe. This suddenly gives you a brainwave.
“Oh yeah?” You change the tone in your voice, questioning the needy boy.
“Fuck yeah..” He admits. You smirk, raising your hand to meet his pretty face. The look of confusion on Terushima is adorable as you push the boy down onto your bed, his head slamming softly against your pillow. “Well you’re gonna have to wait a little longer.” You reveal. “Come on.. please don’t do this to me, baby.” Yuuji begs, tears in his eyes as he feels he can no longer hold it in. He gushes internally as you giggle before climbing onto his face, your soft, plush thighs hugging the sides of his head as you straddle him, your pussy directly on his mouth and his nose pushing into your clit as you set out to ride his face. This is Terushima’s dream come true. The boy refuses to complain as his hands find their way to your thighs to support you as you, so elegantly, ride his face. You hold onto Terushima’s strong-built, muscular thighs for support as you grind yourself on his tongue, becoming addicted to the feeling of his silver piercing exploring all over your wet pussy.
Head thrown back in pleasure, you moan in ecstasy as Yuuji licks everything you have to offer down there. You fail to see as Terushima’s hips jerk upwards, his dick DESPERATE for any kind of stimulation, which he has yet to receive. By now, there is plenty of cum already seeping out from the tip of his huge cock, which is ready to cum all over himself. His dick is twitching in agony as he slowly gets off to the act of eating you out. Your thighs completely crush into Teru’s head below you as you cum for the third time that hour. Your hips slow down drastically as he laps up the remains of your cum. It isn’t long before you feel an abrupt wetness on your hand, as you turn around to see that Terushima Yuuji has cum from simply having you sit on his face. “No way..” You fawn. Finally, you climb off his face, sitting down next to him to regain your breath. You look at Yuuji to see him blushing in embarrassment. He is about to explain himself before you interrupt him. “You’re so fucking cute.” You tell him before grabbing his face and kissing him.
“Please.. I just wanna feel you.” Terushima begs. You take his pleading as a sign to straddling his thighs for the nth time of the evening, lowering yourself onto his cock which is already smothered in his own cum. “The condom..” Yuuji winces.
“Forget about it.” You order, as you start to bounce onto his cock and wrap your fingers in his hair and hold onto his precious face. The idea of Yuuji fucking you raw has the two of you feral. Yuuji is already whimpering as you bounce on his cock, your beautiful tits flaunting themselves right in his face. He takes the opportunity to lick on your nipples before accepting your breast into his mouth as he sucks on them. The pleasure that Yuuji’s dick is feeling is barely explainable. It doesn’t take long for him to fall in love with the warm feeling of your wet pussy, which is tight, despite all the pleasure you are feeling that makes you relax around his perfect dick. There is still some pain from the sudden thrusting but you’re quick to forget about it, your mind only focussed on one thing.
Tears threaten to prick from Teru’s darkened eyes as he’s overwhelmed with unknown pleasure. Being with you is new to him and he’d like to get used to it. The feeling of his tongue piercing rolling against your hardened nipple has you feeling like you’ve never felt before. You swear to yourself that nobody has pleasured you like Terushima has. It only gives you a bitter feeling as he must have fucked several women before to obtain such skills. “What’s wrong?” Yuuji chokes out as he manages your change in expression.
“Nothing..” You stutter before grabbing onto his face and kissing him. Teru’s soft hands wander around your body and settle at your waist, bringing you closer to him. The warmth that he’s feeling is just right and he promises himself that he’ll do things right this time around.
The two of you are close to orgasm, which makes Yuuji’s body act alone as he begins thrusting hard into your pussy, shocking you in the process. He leans back against your headboard and he grabs the bottom of your thighs, lifting you upwards to fuck you himself. You fall slightly onto him and hug him close, your head resting on his broad shoulder as he brings himself close to cumming. “You want me to pull out?” He asks you, concerned.
“I’ll just get plan B.. Yuuji I’m gonna cum.” You respond, your arms wrapped around his neck as you hug him tightly. That’s all he needs to hear before he’s fucking himself at a godly pace, ready to cum inside you. You moan erotically as you cum for the final time of the evening all over Yuuji’s dick. The sounds are what brings Terushima Yuuji to his orgasm, feeling a small sense of pride as he cums all inside your throbbing pussy. He slows down to ride out both of your orgasms before you completely fall onto his chest and he relaxes back, his cock still buried inside you. He takes a few moments to recollect himself, as you calm down.
“Oh fuck me..” Yuuji sighs angrily.
The sudden shift in mood has you confused. “What’s wrong?” You ask Yuuji, confused, to which he responds, “I forgot to complete my assignment that’s due tomorrow and I’m fucked.” You pull away from him to face him.
“What topic was it?” You ask him, equally concerned as him.
“Literature..” Terushima mumbles. Literature happened to be your shared topic in your sociology and liberal arts course. It also happened to be your strong suit.
“Well, if you want I can help you finish it tonight? I did mine already and it wasn’t too hard.” You suggest. Terushima lets out a quiet sigh of relief. He looks you in the eye before thanking you. You lean in and provide a final kiss on his forehead before easing off his dick. It’s at that point in time when Teru realises his feelings for you are not just lust, but love. Terushima Yuuji is in love with you. And you still can’t realise it.
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The two of you have been going at it for a few weeks since the moment he found your little collection online. You’ve tried out new things, recorded some things and shared quite interesting moments between the two of you. However, it is still strictly a frenemies with benefits situation and Terushima cannot help but die internally. He cannot seem to find a way to confess his undying love to you or figure out exactly what you want from him. Maybe that’s what happens when you have a reputation for being some kind of fuckboy. Since your first sexual encounter, Teru’s feelings for you have only grown stronger and more secure. He’s never been more sure of anything in his entire life. As the days go by, Terushima watches as boys from your class start to take a liking to you. He watches with a heavy heart as you give them small bits of attention, despite knowing that you’d never give them a chance. It puts him at ease to know that it’s his face you’re sitting on every week, but he simply wants more. It’s starting to eat him up inside. He never thought he would be in this predicament. As opposed to searching up your name online, he starts to search for answers.
How to ask a girl out? How to make her know you want her? How to know if she wants me?
Terushima Yuuji is down bad.
And you’re not helping him as you flirt with him like it’s nothing.
At the end of the week, Yuuji is at his limit. You, on the other hand, are only beginning to realise your feelings for the blonde. He’s grown on you. After a couple weeks, he stays on your mind 24/7, but this time, it’s out of love. Terushima’s presence used to irritate you and inconvenience you, but after many interactions, it’s made you feel safe and happy. Which is why your heart aches when you hear Teru’s voice coming through your speaker, not sounding as cheery and excited as per usual. “Can you come over?” He asks, trying to hide the pain in his voice. “Sure.” You respond, thinking it’s just a casual fuck you’re in for.
You’re quick to finish up your work and get changed before heading to the boy’s apartment. The door is already open as come in and make yourself at home. Yuuji is found on his bed, lying down lazily.
“Morning loser.” You joke, despite it being the afternoon.
“Good afternoon, beautiful.” He tiredly responds. Something is definitely not right here. You calmly remove your soft jacket before you go to straddle Yuuji’s tired legs. You’re confused when he doesn’t sit up or aim to hold your waist. “Did you not wanna fuck today?” You ask him.
“Can we just lie down?” Terushima nervously asks.
“Sure.” You sweetly respond before moving upwards to rest your head on his chest, covering the two of you with his blanket. You wrap your arm around his toned, naked abs. He’s only wearing pyjama bottoms. Teru gently runs his slender fingers through the hair at your scalp and strokes your hair.
This is nice.
At least for you. Yuuji is dying on the inside as his brain searches for ways to start the conversation and confession of him wanting more than to be friends with benefits. Something wrong is confirmed when you hear his heartbeat increase as he grows nervous. Just as you are about to ask what’s wrong, he speaks up. “I can’t do this anymore.” He claims. You start to worry. It's probably not the best conversation starter. You sit up to face him, your hand resting beside his body for support. “What do you mean?” You ask him, making the most uncomfortable yet heartwarming eye contact. “Not like that..” Yuuji corrects himself. “I can’t take this anymore, woman! I am in love with you for fuck's sake. I don’t wanna be your fuck buddy anymore. I wanna be your boyfriend.” He finally confesses, an evident blush on his face. You feel your face heat up, and your stomach does flips while your mouth opens in surprise. Yuuji realises you are silent. “Sorr-” He starts.
“How long have you felt this way?” You interrupt nervously.
“Months.” He answers shortly. Suddenly it all makes sense. The reasons for him making you avoid certain boys. The reason why he’s barely seen talking to other girls these days. The reason why there’s an unexplained look plastered on his face whenever you flirt with another boy. “Teru..” You start.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.. I just had to get that off my chest.” Yuuji calms down, at ease as he’s confessed it all. “Shut up.” You mumble before leaning in to kiss him.
“I love you.” You tell him when you pull away. He is shocked for a split second before he accepts your affection and returns it seconds later. “I love you too.”
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