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— cruel. | k. tobio

+ k. tobio x fem!reader

+ enemies but fuckbuddies dynamic, angst, lots of smut, timeline!au

+ tobio is a nasty freak in bed & he attempts to break your back, finger-fucking because baby he’s a setter, cunnilingus, overstimulation, subspace(?), rough, hair pulling, reverse cowgirl, dacryphilia, lots of drool, cum cum cum, cum eating, fellatio, nipple play brrrrr

+ 8263 wc

+ self-indulgent. this is ooc because it has to. i wrote this while listening to challenge by lolo zouaï. you can listen to the song for an extra bang. seriously, this might be the nastiest smut by my standard i’ve written in a while and def one of my favorite pieces so i hope u give it lots of love <33

first act.

It was impossible to suppress your moans, yet it was embarrassing to let them out either. If you had complete rein over yourself, you wouldn’t have echoed a whine. But when you were being fucked so good, with your stomach flat on the mattress and ass up high, the only choice you were left with was to bite down on the pillows.

Your sight was blurry from the tears pooling in your tear ducts. To be frank, never in a million years have you expected him to be this good in bed.

Him— whose expressions were fitted to that of a robot. Him— whose eyes were too sharp for their own good. Him— whom you’d thought as an awkward virgin at first.

How wrong have you been?

No virgin would have your body jiggling back and forth as he took you from behind on his own bed, in a lavish apartment located in downtown Tokyo. No virgin would whisper filthy things in your ear: how good your pussy felt like, begging you to clench tighter just so he could finally cum.

Ever since you started this, you have been proven one thing: Tobio Kageyama was anything but inexperienced.

“S... slow down...” you managed to whine, drool shamelessly drenching the soft fabric of his pillows. Fat tears that were pooling now rolled down your face to the tip of your nose, leaving a slightly sticky feeling on your cheek. “Tobio...!”

His knees were sinking into his fluffy mattress as he pumped his cock in and out of you. Sweat trickled from the tips of his hair, accompanied by low yet audible moans reverberating from his throat.

“Ah,” he dragged, no doubt tipping his head back feeling the ecstasy of it all. “Your pussy feels amazing.” The compliment snakes up your spine, forcing you to clamp around his cock like a vise. Tobio’s cock pulsates as it gets bigger, fighting your continuous clenching. “Naughty,” he hummed, hovering over your back. “Do that again.”

You shuddered at the soft command, causing your cunt to violently twitch, refusing to let his cock go. And then you couldn’t help it anymore. You have finally, utterly, become a moaning mess.

His name was all your mouth could produce, rolling off your tongue like a honeysuckle. The sound was music to Tobio’s ears, and that same sound was like gas to his libido.

Your eyes widened when he propped your one leg up, fucking you so deeply your eyes rolled heavenwards. “Ah— ah— Tobio!” was your chant while your pussy was being ravaged like it was nothing but a piece of meat he needed to pound.

“Watch,” he grunted, rolling his hips before pushing his cock to the base, the cheeks of his ass flexing at the movement. “Watch where we’re connected.”

Your thigh trembled in his grasp. Incoherent cries filled the whole room as you watched his cock in and out of your cunt. “Hah... ah!” The splurging sound fueled your embarrassment, but Tobio took it as an inspiration to bury himself balls-deep. You clawed the sheets, almost ripping the linen when you felt his balls kiss the very bottom of your ass to where it connected to your pussy hole.

Brows furrowed with mouth gaping at him, Tobio pushed himself a little more before capturing your lips to guzzle down your moans.

When he pulled away, he’s looking at you with a smile so small you thought you were imagining it.

“The neighbors might hear you,” he whispered against your lips. “But I supposed you like that better, don’t you, Y/N?”

second act.

“Good morning, Y/N!”

“Good morning.”

“Have a nice day, Y/N.”

“Thank you. You, too.”

All the way to your cubicle, you echoed a greeting to your co-workers. It has been an everyday occurrence since you joined the company half a year ago. So far, the majority of them got along with you despite your ‘straight face’ and ‘unshakable attitude’.

They said you lacked human emotions for a woman your age. According to them, you should be a little more talkative and jovial to attract men. Because your current age was fitted for marriage, you’d shoo the men away if you’d keep acting the way you were.

You, for one, didn’t give a damn. More than anything, you loved your work. Even if that work had been the reason for break ups throughout your love life, you couldn’t let it go. Earning money was more important than earning a husband. That’s why you didn’t particularly care about the gossip your colleagues liked to spill behind your back.

“Uhm, Y/N?” One of your co-workers peeked over the cubicle separating you. She had an impish smile on her lips.

“Do you need anything?”

“I know this isn’t the right time to ask, but I couldn’t wait for lunchtime to come so I’m asking you this now...” Her voice waned. Before her follow up, her cheeks flushed. You fought the urge to lift a brow, lest she finds you bitchy. “Do you happen to know if Tobio has a girlfriend?”

Now, it was really hard not to raise your brow at her. Not because you were jealous, but because of why you were the one she’s asking? Tobio was right there, in front of her cubicle.

You return your attention to the computer, fingers down the keyboard. “Why don’t you ask him personally?”

“W... well,” she faltered, “I want to. But the two of you seems to get along—”

“Us? Get along?” you repeated as if you failed to hear her right. “Naomi, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’ve got the wrong person to ask.”

It was known throughout the whole floor that you and Tobio were not chummy with each other. Given the fact that you were competing in a certain position for months now.

“B... but... can you ask him for me? I promise I’ll treat you someplace, Y/N!”

You sighed. Naomi didn’t have to interrupt your work when breaktime was almost approaching. It would be troublesome if the supervisor would catch you gossiping, much worse about Tobio.

To get rid of her fast, you nodded. “Alright, alright. I’ll ask him later.”

Later that day, you found Tobio alone in the pantry. From the aroma circling the atmosphere, you were certain he was making coffee. He stood there, clad in his white polo sleeves, suit forgotten somewhere. Both sleeves were rolled to his elbows, flashing his wristwatch that looked too good around his wrist. Your eyes dropped to his pants and to the slight curve of his perfectly shaped ass.

Honestly, you couldn’t blame Naomi for having a penchant for Tobio. Despite his aloofness, he was attractive. Smoking hot, if you’d dare say it. Not to mention he also excelled in his work.

“Coffee?” His offer broke you out of your trance.

You quickly looked away, sauntering up to the cabinets to get you a cup. “No, thanks.”

“Alright,” he answered, then began to walk back to his cubicle.

Before he could reach the threshold, though, you called out for his name. Tobio slowly pivoted on his heels, his face impassive when he lifted a brow.

“Come here for a sec.”

At that, his mouth tugged up in a smirk. That smirk brought you back to last night, where you were fucked to the brim by the same man standing in front of you. Now that you think about it, Tobio’s character could truly unnerve someone.

“Is this about last night? Are you sore?”

“No!” you quickly hissed before straightening your back. The notion that he was thinking the same made you blink repeatedly. “Naomi wanted to ask if you have a girlfriend.”

“Naomi...” he repeated. “Who’s Naomi again?”

“You don’t know who she is?” you dubiously asked. Alright, Tobio was hired in the company three months ago. You wouldn’t condemn him for not knowing everyone. But Naomi just sat in front of him, approached him every now and then even.

“I wouldn’t ask if I do,” he commented.

“You aren’t really interested in humans, aren’t you?”

His brows furrowed. You cursed yourself for thinking how attractive that minimal movement was. “I am interested in you, Y/N.”

Your cup almost slipped from your grasp. “I didn’t need to hear that.” Your voice dropped. Turning your back against him to hide your expression, you grabbed the coffee and creamer.

“Why? Makes your heart flutter?” he proceeded, doing so much as to cage your frame with his. Tobio placed his hands on both your sides, cornering you to the counter before leaning his face to the crook of your neck.

“Flutter? Don’t make me laugh,” you deadpanned. “And please, get away from me. Someone might walk in. I don’t want rumors around my name.”

He chuckled lowly. “You’re a cruel woman, Y/N. That’s not what you were telling me last night.”

Before you could react, Tobio pulled away to pick up his own cup. Irritated more than usual, you gritted your teeth instead.

“Tell Naomi to ask me herself,” he said before leaving you alone in the pantry.

Did he just make you their messenger? Your left eye ticked, dousing the wild beating of your heart.

‘I am interested in you, Y/N.’

You held on to the edges of the counter, staring at your unmixed coffee. Of course, he would say that although it didn’t mean anything. They were just empty words meant to have your head spinning to the thought of him yet again. But you refused to give in to his teasing. Because in this game that the both of you started, you wouldn’t be the one who’d yield.

third act.

“Y/N? Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Naomi asked for the last time. She’s ready to go, as everyone of your colleagues was.

You stretched your limbs, nodding her way. “Yeah. I’ve still got tons to finish.”

She tapped your shoulder. “Thanks for working hard.”

When the floor was finally empty, you went back to pressing the keyboards. Having your butt glued to your chair for hours had taken a toll on your body. Your eyes heated at the sides by the exposure to radiation. Yet you couldn’t stop, not when Tobio had already finished his. That prodigy would never take one step ahead of you.

Boosted, you took off your suit for comfortable movements. Deeply engrossed in your work, you hadn’t noticed that someone entered the premises. Only when someone placed an energy drink beside you did you notice you weren’t alone anymore.

Dark blue eyes were on you when you lifted your face. Tobio Kageyama.

“What are you doing here? Did you forget something?”

His suit was hooked over his shoulder. He, then, pulled a chair beside you. “Don’t overwork yourself.”

“Go home,” you shot back.

“Only if I’m with you.”

There he was again, being unreasonably affectionate. Why was he taking too much effort in defeating you?

You looked at him shrewdly. “I can go home myself.”

As if he didn’t hear a word, Tobio regarded the paperworks piled up beside your monitor. “Stop overworking yourself. What if you get sick?” said he. His voice was stern, as though giving a sermon.

A vein in your temple ticked. “I can take care of myself. Wait... are you concerned about me?” He shouldn’t be the one who gets to tease anytime.

Why did he even come back? He’d finished earlier than you. Did he wait outside? You bit your lower lip, trying to refocus your attention to the screen. He even bought you an energy drink.

“You should stay fit so we could have—” You threw him daggers with your eyes. Tobio held up his hands. “A healthy competition. I wasn’t done yet, Y/N. But I guess it applies to sex, as well.”

Sex, sex, sex. It’s what started this game. And that was the reason why he came back tonight.

“I guess you’re right.” You leaned back on your seat, motioning to the stacked up papers on your table. “This can wait.”

Tobio suddenly pulled your chair to him. He did it so swiftly that you had no time to react at all. “Yeah, that can wait.” His lips were on yours before you could think. Tongue to tongue, saliva pooling in your mouths. When his big hand reached your breast, you jolted awake.

“Stop...! This is... hng—” Tobio found your neck, his tongue trailing the curve of it. “... workplace!”

“So, what?” he mumbled, warm breath tickling your skin. “We’re alone.”

Finally, you managed to push him away before he could open your button. “It’s unprofessional,” you said, huffing for air.

“Since it’s your day off tomorrow, shall we go to my house?”

You looked at him. His cheeks were dusted with a deep pink hue. You gulped before nodding. Tobio stood up, then. He picked up your things as fast as humanly possible. You almost giggled.

“Making me walk with a visible hard on,” he said once you reached the elevator, clicking his tongue after. “You’re really cruel, Y/N.”

fourth act.

If there’s one more thing Tobio was good at, it’s eating pussy.

You were once again splayed on his sheets, his nails sinking into the meat of your thighs as he spread them out wider. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, slightly biting the thin skin when he hardened his tongue on your clit, teasing the puffy bud.

On instinct, your thighs twitched around his head. Your hand went down to his hair, silky and soft, and grasped.

Tobio revealed at the way you seemed to lose your sanity whenever he’s got his tongue deep in your cunt. It was brazenly obvious with his eyes, that were insisting to look at you while he ate you out.

“A... ah...!” Once again under his mercy, your whole body reacted to his touches. “Tob... Tobio!” Your thighs attempted to clamp together when he pushed two fingers in, but he held your right thigh firmly as to separate it from the left.

“Keep them open,” he commanded sharply, eyes hooded when he looked at you. “Y/N, you’re excited for someone who took an overtime.” To make it even more embarrassing, Tobio retracted his fingers to prove his statement. There was a faint light coming from his lamp, allowing you to get a view of how much his fingers were glinting with your arousal. Tobio played with his fingers by scissoring them, blatantly showing how wet they were before shoving them into his mouth.

You whimpered at his sight, adrenaline skyrocketing. Before you could make a move to pull him closer, he rammed his fingers back in. “AH!” The sound you made was of pure carnal lust. Tobio’s knuckle-deep penetration made your toes curl. It was intensified when his tongue latched onto your clit again.

Pushing yourself towards his mouth, your back arched. Tobio held firm, making slurping noises with his mouth and squelching ones with his fingers.

Your lower abdomen began to build up orgasm, the ceiling blurring above you. Your pussy twitched every now and then around his tongue, propelling Tobio to pick up his pace. He fingered and tongue-fucked you until the pads of your feet began to heat— heels digging onto his back.

Once again, the sheets were coiled in your hand. You clamped your teeth to your bottom lip, breath turning more ragged at each passing second.

Tobio teased your clit by biting on it lightly. Your whole body screamed in pleasure. Until you were practically thrashing, grabbing at his hair for dear life.

“Cumming— oh God, I’m cum—” You didn’t get to finish when you were interrupted by a scream. Tobio turned his fingers to brush your upper walls. Your body continued to quiver as if you were a worm in a container of salt. Yet he didn’t stop— Tobio didn’t stop fucking your cunt.

“W... wait! Stop— I can’t! I can’t... anymore!” Your last protestation came out as a shrill cry. Then it wasn’t his mouth on your clit any longer but his thumb. “Ah, Tobio!”

He pressed before rubbing, his fingers still working miracles inside your slobbering cunt. “More, Y/N. Give me more.”

“‘S too much, too much, too much—” You tilted your head back, eyes ballooning wide. The same feeling coiled in your lower abdomen. As if possessed by a vengeful spirit, your back arched. Tobio followed your movement, never retreating his fingers. Until he had enough of your thrashing, for he pushed a palm on your stomach, his biceps straining at his strength.

You cried when he finger-fucked your pussy while holding you down. He gritted his teeth, mumbling incoherent curses. The last thing you heard was his chant of ‘More, Y/N’ before your whole body reacted to yet another orgasm.

Was it a yell? Was it a cry? You didn’t exactly know. What you did know was your mouth opened when the nerves in your inner thighs popped like fireworks. What you did know was that you closed your legs violently to feel your cunt’s twitching. What you did know was the opening of his bedside drawer and the familiar sound of a condom pack tearing. Before oblivion came to find you.

Tobio wrapped his cock with the rubber, stopping midway when he heard your faint snores. “Is this for real?” He debated waking you up, because there’s no way that you’d leave him hanging with this kind of hard on. But your chest was heaving faintly. You looked at peace.

Tobio twisted his mouth before tossing the condom away. He climbed out of bed and went straight to shower. When he came back minutes later, you hadn’t moved an inch on the bed. There was enough space for the both of you, but you have never shared a mattress to sleep before.

He shrugged. Guesse there’s a first time for everything.

Tobio scooted over beside you. His cock was still hard. His balls were heavy. Running a hand through his damp hair, he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Y/N,” he said, hovering over to your side. You were out cold. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you harder for cockblocking me tonight. Sleep well.” He bent closer to you, his lips pressing softly to your hair. Suddenly, and as if struck by lightning, Tobio leaned back, his eyes widening.

‘What the fuck am I doing?’ was his stunned question to himself. He stood up, sauntering up to the kitchen. Tobio opened a bottle of beer and sat on one of his couches, his lower body covered with only a towel.

Pondering about his sudden action, Tobio laughed cruelly. He tilted the back of his head to the head of the couch. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he said, “I’m not losing that promotion to you, Y/N.”

fifth act.

You slept on his bed. It’s been days since that happened, but you couldn’t get it out of your head. You never sleep in someone else’s bed.

Well, it happens. It happened. You were but a human. Work had been a bitch and sleeping on Tobio’s bed was a result of your passion.

What did he think of it? You hurriedly got up and dressed at the first chirp of birds that morning. Tobio was still fast asleep beside you, his back turned to your frame. Thank God. You would’ve lost it if he had you caged in his arms.

That was far-fetched. He’d never do that— he could. For the sake of promotion, he would do everything.

It’s been a month since you began this game. Stupid as it might sound, you actually nodded when he proposed you this peculiar kind of competition. The thing was, you were hired three months earlier than Tobio, but he’d managed to climb up the ladder where you currently were. Some would consider it childish, but you weren’t going to hand over that promotion to a newbie.

“The first to fall in love will give up the promotion.” Those were his exact words that day. “We have four months to compete.”

“What’s this? A children’s play?” was your answer. “Do you really believe that you can make me fall in love with you in four months? My, my, Tobio, I’m a tough nut to crack.”

With his hands inside his pockets, Tobio slackened his shoulders. “Same goes for me, Y/N. And I know you like— love— challenges.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “If I win, you’ll give up the promotion and vice versa, right?”

“If you win— yes.”

At the beginning, you first thought of that emphasis as a pompous remark. But as you tango with him in this war, you weren’t entirely sure anymore.

Out of all the men you have dated for the past few years, Tobio was the most careful. You weren’t even dating him. And that bothered you. A whole fucking lot.

As the days passed with you being railed vehemently on his bed, your determination slowly dwindled. His cock was like an enchantment. You could only pray that it wasn’t only you who feel this way.

However, you were certain you didn’t love him yet. Perhaps you were attractive to him, and to the mindblowing sex he delivered every two days. Aside from that, you couldn’t picture you together romantically. Being in love with the person was different from being obsessed with their body.

It’s the most basic conflict of feelings: lust over love. As for you, it’s still lust.

Submitting an e-mail, your phone suddenly dinged. It’s almost lunch break, so you took a peek at the screen.

Tobio Kageyama: What about a hotel later?

You: Hotel?

Tobio Kageyama: Just felt like it.

You: Why? You don’t wanna do it in your house anymore?

Tobio Kageyama: I do. But I wanna try something new.

Something new? So he hadn’t tried having sex in a hotel yet?

You: It’s okay.

Tobio Kageyama: Alright. I’ll make the reservations.

As if carved by fate, you overheard your colleagues talking in the pantry when you made yourself coffee. The other one was Naomi.

“Did he now? Oh my, he must be really into you!” Naomi excitedly shrieked.

“I don’t know... but you know what they say, right? When he takes you to a hotel, he’s interested in stepping up the game.”

Stepping up the game? Then, Tobio...? You breathed in and out. No, you shouldn’t think of stupid things.

“Yeah, that’s true. Where’s he taking you, though? It’s a whole nother level if it’s a five-star,” Naomi added.

Mind jumbled, you went back to your cubicle.

“Diamond Hotel,” someone whispered above you.

You craned your neck to see Tobio propping his arms on the cubicle separating yours and Naomi’s. “You could’ve texted me that.”

He shrugged before walking away.

As quickly as you could, and without being conspicuous, you tapped on your phone to search for the hotel. It’s located in the outskirts of the city.

Diamond Hotel. Rated five-star.

Could it be...?

sixth act.

It was lavish. Eerily suited for your taste even. There was a king-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the tall skyscrapers from outside.

“Well, not bad—” Your back was slammed against the glass when Tobio suddenly captured your lips with his. Your eyes widen, hands on his chest to push him away. “W... wait! Let me...!” His lips easily found your jawline, leaving wet kisses in their wake. You lolled your head back, slipping into pleasure.

“Tobio—!” His hand captured your breast, fondling harshly against the fabric. His thumb easily finding your perked up nipple. Cupping your rear with his other hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

There was teeth and tongue. Tobio wasn’t careful this time. What happened?

“Tobio... wait! I’m gonna take a shower—!” Your protestations turned into a sharp whine when he managed to get your pants off, his middle finger running along your slit, pressing roughly.

“You sure this can wait?” he mumbled before sucking the soft spot on your neck. The ticklish yet pleasurable feeling of his finger pressing on your clit drove you mad.

Tobio tugged your hair to give himself more access to your neck. His finger slipped into the sides of your underwear, entering your cunt without warning.

“Ha... ah! That hurts!” you cried out as sharp pain lacerated your scalp.

Primal lust overpowered the both of you. You let go of the ropes binding you to lucidity.

Your mouth collided into a ravenous kiss, your hands cupping his face while he grabbed you closer as to crush your bones.

Tobio hasn’t been hasty. He always took his time in tasting ever corner of your body. However, something changed. That you were certain of when his angry cock slammed into you, pushing your back flat against the floor-to-ceiling glass.

“T— Tobio!”

He echoed a guttural sound deep from his throat, hooking your one leg over his elbows. Tobio filled you with an onslaught of powerful thrust, not allowing you to breathe.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” His voice shrilled. Tobio pulled away, sliding his cock out to pump it between your legs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he caroled like a prayer. Your head fell to his shoulder the same time warm and thick cum was shoot to your thighs. Tobio flattened his palm to the glass and beside your head, breathing ragged while emptying his balls.

Despite that, his cock didn’t completely softened. It remained thick, with veins snaking around it.

“To the bed. All fours,” he spoke in hushed tones.

Knees wobbling, you grabbed tightly onto his crumpled suit. “Let... let me rest first.”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t let you rest either. Tobio sucked your tits while you lie on the bed, two fingers deep in your pussy. He didn’t move them, though. Just stuck them in to fill the emptiness.

“Don’t sleep on me, Y/N.” He must’ve seen the droop of your eyelids. You would’ve said something if your tit wasn’t being sucked languidly. “You ready?”

With your back on him, you sat on Tobio’s cock. He held your waist to support your body jolting up and down, ass slapping against his pelvis.

“Faster, Y/N.”

Biting your lower lip, you leaned and placed your hands to his knees. You undulated your body, his girth stretching you whole. Tobio slapped your ass cheek, rattling your bones within. Hissing, you rode him faster.

But it would seem as if you couldn’t accelerate your thrusting to his own penchant. Tobio cursed before standing on his knees, gripping your waist so tight his nails sunk into your flesh before ramming himself in you.

You shrieked, surprised by the sudden pummeling. Yet he didn’t seem to mind. He picked up his pace and jackhammered into you. Muffled was your cries, for you were biting down on the sheet with tears in your eyes. It felt so good.

Yet... yet it doesn’t feel right.

Tobio pulled out, his cock waggling at the sudden movement. He bent his knees, reaching for your ass cheeks to spread them wider before shoving his cock right to the base. Tobio’s thighs flexed and relaxed while he thrusts.

His cock was hitting you downwards, intensifying your cries. Your breasts were flat on the mattress, as well as your stomach. Spine bent to bolster up your ass high enough to his liking.

Tobio grouped a bunch of your hair then, tugging them back as to snap your neck.

“AH! Ah! To... Tobio!”

For hours on end, he fucked you. Fucked you ‘til you were pushing him away, your thighs twitching uncontrollably. Fucked you until both of you were drenched in sweat. Fucked you until you were gagging with your own moans. Fucked you until you were sticky with his cum.

Under the shower, you washed off the same sweat and cum off your body. You were utterly fucked. But it didn’t feel satisfying at all.

Instead of the romantic sex you were expecting earlier, he’s given you a mind-blowing one. Rather feeling special, you felt something sad stir in your heart.

He fucked you again and again... as if to make you feel like you were nothing but his own personal whore.

“Ha,” you breathed. “Why am I hurting?”

seventh act.

“Let’s stop this game.”

“What?” Tobio asked breathlessly.

“You win. I give up the promotion.”

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

In the rooftop of the company building you decided to break the news to him. After your sexcapade in the hotel, you ended up deciding to cut this stupid game once and for all.

Tobio coolly placed his hands inside his pockets. He’s wearing a turtle neck shirt today, tucked cleanly in his exquisite-looking slacks. There was a silver cross dangling around his neck, too. Paired with a new wristwatch.

You shouldn’t check him out like that, but you’d be damned to try not to. Besides, it’d be your last time to do so.

“I didn’t like what we did in the hotel,” you began. As much as possible, you didn’t want to reminisce the memory. Sure, it’s the sex of the decade. But the connection was lost.

Tobio pressed a thumb to his lips, as if deep in thought. “Did you dislike anything particular?”

“Stop giving me that condescending look. Sure, the sex was bomb that I still feel raw just thinking about it. But it’s not what I wanted.” You inhaled sharply before proceeding, “I... I was hurt.”

When the words finally slid out, Tobio’s expression changed. His brows narrowed. “Tell me how.”

You hated the concerned look he threw your way. “I refuse to be used like your own personal sex toy. If you can’t do that, I’m gladly giving up my promotion. Tobio, you win.”

You didn’t wait for any response. Your heels automatically moved on their own, away from him. You’ve said what you wanted to say. The promotions is his—

“What are you doing?” you hissed, trying to break free from his tight hold on your wrist.

For the first time ever since laying your eyes on Tobio Kageyama, you saw how his face exuded an expression that tugged at your heartstring. His brows were downcasted. His face apologetic. “I’m sorry.”

Goddamn it. There was the loud thumping of your heart again. You wanted to clutch your chest just so you could stop the abnormal beating. But you couldn’t afford Tobio thinking that he’s made you feel a certain way.

“You’re... it’s creepy when you’re like that,” you answered instead.

Tobio blinked, confused at your statement. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know. But it kinda got out of hand.”

He retreated his hand back to wash his face with it. Tobio worked his jaw, one hand on his waist. “Look... I think I’ve fallen for your body, Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about fucking you these days.”

It was the blatant admission that swept the rug from underneath your feet. Both of you looked at each other, eye to eye. And you were the only one who didn’t seem to puff a whisper of air.

He’s in love... but with your body. Did that hurt? Or did that make you wet in your panties?

You cleared your throat, looking everywhere but to his eyes. “What does that mean? Aren’t you happy I’m giving up my promotion?”

“I’m not. You’re giving it up because I’ve hurt you. Not because you’ve fallen for me,” Tobio explained, “That’s flipping the rules. Besides, I don’t believe that you’re gonna lose heart that easily.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you regarded him with a lifted brow. “I guess you’re right.”

His shoulders finally unknotted. “Let’s not make hasty decisions.”

“I’m not!” Stomping your heel to the hardened floor, you glared at him. “You’re really weird.”

“How so?” It was his turn to raise a brow at you.

“We’re the same, Tobio. That’s why I know that you want the promotion as much as I do. It just boggles my mind right now that you refuse my surrender.”

“I don’t think you’ve thought this through, Y/N. As I’ve said, your conceding flips the rules. One of us must fall in love before we consider defeat. I refuse to accept such half-assed yielding.”

“You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He smirked. “More than you know. So, are we alright?”

“You mean… do we continue this game?”

He nodded.

Whatever you would say mustn’t come back to bite you in the ass one day. Instead of giving him a straightforward answer, you knotted your fingers behind you before twirling on your heels. “Give me time to think.”

eighth act.

“I’ve never been to a mixer,” Naomi whispered giddily beside you, her arm hooked around yours. Not wanting to be rude, you let her cling to you on the way to the mixer.

You shouldn’t have said yes when your co-worker invited you earlier. The time you’d spent faking pleasantries would be a total waste. You could’ve used the opportunity to relax inside your apartment tonight.

“But I’m glad that I joined,” Naomi added, her face brightening while looking at the man walking ahead of you. “Tobio’s here.”

To make matters worse, Tobio uncharacteristically joined this little escapade, too. It was too late when you were informed that he’s going, giving you no chances to back out.

After your conversation in the rooftop, you hadn’t visited his apartment yet. You haven’t had sex for a week now. You wondered what method he does to relieve himself. Does he bootycall another woman? That wouldn’t be far-fetched. And that wasn’t written in the rules either.

“After you.” Tobio nodded his head to the entrance while holding the door for the girls.

Naomi almost shrieked. You ignored him, though.

As the night wore on, several of your co-workers began to mumble incoherently because of the alcohol’s effect. Some tried to stir a conversation from you here and there, only to give up when they realized that you won’t go to bed with them tonight.

Tobio sat across from you. He’s unexpectedly roistering, laughing and drinking with colleagues you doubted he knew the name of. Beside you was Naomi, sitting meekly. Or not.

She’s drunk. And she’s beside Tobio now. You washed the sudden annoyance wrapping your throat by downing a glass of liquor. Why were you even vexed?

Through the rim of the glass, you were forced to observe how Naomi leaned to Tobio’s ear. And how he bent slightly to her better. The both of them leaned away to share a heartful laughter.

Tobio shook his head every now and then, obviously bashful by Naomi’s teasing. Now that she’s got liquor in her veins, her confidence was boosted. She poked Tobio’s waist here and there. But the last straw was when she leaned her head to his shoulder.

You cleared your throat before standing up, not bothering to excuse yourself as you went straight to the comfort room. In there, you struggled to collect your composure. The vexation felt like a blanket of steamed fabric all around your body. You loosened your tie to let yourself breathe before coming back to your table.

Tobio was supporting Naomi’s body by holding her waist while leading her towards the exit. Before you could realize what was going on, you followed them.

“Where are you going?” Against your own volition, the question rolled out your tongue. “I… I mean… she’s with me. You’re… a man. And—”

Tobio smiled mischievously at you. “Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that. She’s drunk. I’ll take her home,” was your robotic answer. You grabbed Naomi’s arm, pulling her away from Tobio. But the woman held him tightly.

“T… Tobio… take me home,” she mumbled, half-asleep.

You stood rigid. If you’d insist, what would Tobio think? That you were merely a protective co-worker or that you were jealous? The former was more acceptable, if only you were really friendly at work. You weren’t.

“Naomi… it’s Y/N. I’m gonna call us a cab and—” She suddenly grabbed your wrist and clasped firmly. It was a discreet way of telling you not to ruin this chance for her. Tobio seemed not to notice.

“T… Tobio…” she once again murmured, clutching on Tobio’s shirt.

You let your hands fall to your sides. It’s not your business to pry. Naomi didn’t want you taking her home. She wanted Tobio to do it.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m not doing anything to her,” Tobio reaffirmed. As though that was enough to quelch the confusion in your heart. Confusion as to why you badly yearned to smack Naomi across her face and tug Tobio away from her.

You blinked repeatedly, inhaling sharply. “Well… you better not do anything, Tobio.” Smoothing out your uniform, you turned your back on them and called a cab for yourself. You didn’t look back.

All the way to your apartment, your mood didn’t lighten up a bit. Not when you took a shower, not when you relaxed on the bed, not when you binge-watch your favorite TV show.

There was a crippling throbbing stubbornly pricking at your heart. An unstoppable current of thoughts regarding none other than Tobio Kageyama. You thought about him taking Naomi in her abode, all drunk.

Weeks ago, things like this wouldn’t have bothered you. It won’t even tickle your thoughts. What was different now?

You stared up at the canopy, your heart continuing to sink deeper and deeper into the feeling you couldn’t name.

You didn’t want him to go. You didn’t want him holding Naomi with tender. You didn’t want him accompanying her home. You didn’t want—

Heat suddenly settled behind your eyes, threatening your tear ducts to release tears. You quickly sat up, blinking rapidly.

“No,” you whispered hopelessly, slowly getting a hold of the feelings bugging your system. “No.” Your throat was tight, heart even tighter. “It can’t be. It can’t…”

No. It can. It happened. You have fallen in love with Tobio Kageyama already.

A knock from the door had set you in motion. Your whole body jerked up, rubbing your cheeks to ascertain that you weren’t crying before trodding towards the door lazily.

“What can I—” You swallowed your words when he appeared at the doorway with a small smile on his lips. “T… Tobio.”

“Can I come in?” asked he, polite as always.

Thoughts running a mile, you nodded. What’s he doing here at this ungodly hour?

“Why… why are you here?” you managed to ask, placing a glass of water on your small coffee table.

Tobio leaned his elbows to his knees. “I figured you might be upset.”

You scoffed to mask away your surprise. “Why would I be?”

“Because I helped Naomi.” It was a statement, not a guess. What pure audacity.

“Trivial matters don’t upset me.”

“Your face tells a different story,” he jabbed. “It’s okay, Y/N. Jealousy is a normal feeling.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you. If you wanna go home, the door’s open. I’m going to sleep.” You left him without another word. Heavy was your footstep when you trekked back to your bed. Minutes had passed without any sound coming from the distance. Not even a swish not a scratch.

“Is it okay if I sleep here?”

Your soul almost jumped out of your skin when the bed sunk beside you. “Do… do what you want,” you stammered.

“I’m not sure you’re prepared for that, Y/N. Because right now, I wanna fuck you hard,” he whispered in your ear.

Your eyes blew wider than saucers. Familiar throbbing rejoiced between your legs. “Make… make it quick.”

Your eyes remained open, waiting for his skillful hands to grab your body. They didn’t come. Tobio laid his head comfortably on your pillows instead.

“Nah. I think nights like these are important, as well,” he mumbled. “Good night, Y/N.”

You weren’t sure how did you manage to fall asleep with your heart beating frenetically, but after a few minutes of listening to Tobio’s steady breathing, sleep claimed you at last.

ninth act.

Tobio Kageyama wouldn’t leave your mind. You lost. Lost… as in defeated. Beaten to a pulp.

This was a personal hole you’ve dug yourself. A bed full of nails you’ve made. It’s time you lie on it.

You observed your reflection in the mirror. Nothing was amiss in the surface. But you were certain of all the things different underneath.

Exhaling, you looked away with a cumbersome heart. Guess the promotion was not going to happen. You could actually fight for it ‘til the end, but that would be breaking the rules. You weren’t a dirty player, so you humbly would accept your downfall.

It was your fault for thinking that you wouldn’t fall in love with his antics. It’s your fault for taking him lightly. And it would be your responsibility to face it head first.

Dialing Tobio’s number, you chewed on your thumbnail. He picked up after three rings.

“What happened?”

The sound of his voice was like a lullaby. Your heart skipped a beat as it traveled to your ears. “Are you free? Can I come over?”

A hum. “That’s new. But you absolutely can.”

You arrived at his apartment one-hour later. Tobio opened the doors for you himself. He was clothed in a simple white shirt that complimented his maroon pajamas.

“I’m sorry for—” You didn’t get to finish when he pressed his lips on yours. Your back kissed the surface behind his door, answering his kisses with the same fervor. Locking your fingers through his hair, battling his tongue with your own.

“I can’t wait to put it in,” was his breathy rasp an inch away from your lips. His hands were cupping your rear, pushing your body closer to him. Letting you feel his crotch. Tobio hooked his fingers to your waistband, pulling your pants down. Your whine was muffled when he overwhelmed your tongue with his forceful one.

You didn’t know how did you manage to reach the couch. You’ve only realized it when your back touched the leather. Naked, you let him kiss you all over your body. Going back to claim your lips every now and then.

Tobio pinched your nipple, urging a shrill cry from you. Before he popped the same nipple into his mouth while playing with the other. His warm tongue tickled your skin, causing your body to jolt, legs wrapping around his slender waist. Tobio allowed drool to cover your breast before hardening his tongue to lick the tip of your tit. You moaned shamelessly, closing your eyes to revel in the bliss cursing through your veins.

Finger on your clit, Tobio rubbed slowly. Teasing. You held his wrist but didn’t push away. He pressed before rubbing again, twiddling your puckering nipple with his forefinger and thumb.

He looked directly at you, as he always did whenever you were having sex. “Tell me how you feel,” was his gentle request.

Was it his eyes? Was it the sincerity lying underneath that captured you like a bird?

“I…” Your voice faltered softly. “I feel so good.”

Tobio claimed your lips then. You’ve kissed each other countless times, but this one felt different. It was slow. Slow yet burning. His tongue was unforgiving, but his lips were caressing.

“How about this?” he mumbled against the kiss, shoving two fingers inside your cunt, spreading them ready for him.

“To… Tobio—” You sandwiched your lower lip between your teeth. More than anything, the way he fingered you was torture. “Put it in,” you murmured, heat covering your cheeks.

Tobio seemed lost for a moment. His eyes were looking as if he failed to hear you. But when he recovered seconds after, he had himself placed between your thighs, tip kissing your entrance.

He handled your waist, lifting them up slightly for better access. Tobio leaned forward, stopping only when your faces were hairsbreadth away from each other. “I’m putting it in, Y/N.”

Both of your mouth elicited carnal moans that mixed between you when you felt his cock entering your walls. Engulfed with nothing but pure rhapsody, you clamped around him. His jaw clenched.

For the first time, Tobio let himself loose. He screwed his eyes shut, mouth gaping while fucking you slowly into the couch. You took his face with your hands, watching the way his brows were set in pure concentration, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“You feel so good, it’s driving me crazy.” His voice was hoarse, igniting your lust even more.

Caging him with your legs, you hugged him closer to moan in his ears. “More, Tobio. Please, please…”

He twitched, cock growing bigger. “Goddamn, Y/N. Don’t… don’t clench too tight.” He buried his face to the curvature of your neck, inhaling sharply. “I don’t wanna cum yet.” Ironically, that made you clenched around him even tighter. Tobio cursed. “I… I’m cumming. Ah, fuck—”

His eyes turned into saucers when you pushed him away and knelt to suck his cock whole. Tobio was left with no other choice but to grab onto yor hair, his balls growing bigger. One bob and hollowed cheeks were all it took for him to shoot his load straight down your throat. Tobio’s nose flared, his chest rising and falling as his cock pulsated while pumping cum into your mouth. You looked up at him while gulping his thick semen repeatedly, afraid that a drop might spill.

“You’re so beautiful.”

At that, your clit throbbed violently. You found yourself moaning in his cock while your orgasm slammed at you like a tsunami. Tobio smiled at you wickedly, satisfied at the tears running down your cheeks.

Right after, you got dressed quietly. Tobio donned only his pajamas. He now sat on the couch where he fucked you minutes ago.

“You wanna drin—”

“Let’s stop this,” you interrupted.

Tobio formed his lips into a thin line. “Is this another hasty decision?”

“No. I’m serious. Oh…” you blankly stated when tears suddenly fell down your cheeks. They were hot against your skin. You felt the tears with your fingers. “What’s this?” You humorlessly chuckled while staring at your drenched fingers. “Tobio… I’ve lost.”

When you tilted your face to see his reaction, what flashed before your eyes was nothing but unfiltered shocked. His irises were small as he looked at you crying. Even so, he didn’t move an inch to get to you.

“Congratulations,” you managed to croak between silent sobs. “The promotion is yours.”

tenth act.

Even if someone would stand naked in front of him, Tobio wouldn’t fuck the pussy if he didn’t feel a certain kind of tension sparking between him and the woman.

Despite his austere taste, he’s got his dick buried in several pussies ever since he was legal enough to engage in sexual affairs. However, all of them had only been that: sexual connections and nothing more.

Feelings were something he didn’t want to involve himself in. It’s too troublesome, unpredictable, and annoying to deal with. He much preferred waking up alone in his bed than having someone curled quietly in his arms.

See, he simply wasn’t a relationship kind of man. It was the sex he’s after. And he’d make that crystal clear from the get-go.

Over the course of years that Tobio dallied with different kinds of women, majority of them had fallen in love with him. Much to his disappointment.

Who would’ve thought that the same disappointment would return now that he finally had found a perfect playmate.

Tobio adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. He was prim and proper. Always obeying his own rules, a slave to his own self.

When he grabbed his wristwatch from the bedside table, your moans suddenly echoed like a phantom sound. Whenever he looked, he sees your ghost. Of your lovely expressions as he took you to the hilt. Of how you’d beg for more even if he was already balls-deep in your tight cunt.

Tobio waggled his head to obliterate the thoughts that were likely to make his dick hard again.

Before departing his apartment, he took a deep breath. He’d forget about these memories soon enough. And soon came once the door hit the locks.

Tobio walked through the hallway with his head held high. His breathing controlled, his eyes straightforward. They only waned when he caught sight of a familiar stature.

You.

After your confession, the both of you hadn’t contacted each other ever since. If Tobio was to be honest, he didn’t quite know what to say. Love was a foreign language he refused to study, and so he didn’t know if the tightening of his chest was because of yearning for you… or for your body alone.

It’s confusing. He hated being bemused.

The space separating the both of you gradually narrowed. Your heels clanked as you got closer to him. Tobio’s heart pumped furiously, catching a faint scent of your perfume.

“Good morning,” you said as a greeting. Your expression gave no clue as to what you were feeling that particular moment. Your face was hard, similar to the first time he saw you.

He nodded his head lightly. “Good morning.”

The both of you walked past each other. Each step you took was a pace towards forgetting. Each step he took was letting go of the nights you were tangled in bed.

Y/N, you are cruel, Tobio whispered in his mind.

But I’m the cruelest.

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