#kashiyuka

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[sweetieviti]

The door clicked shut behind you, plastic bags swinging against your thighs as you stepped into Kashimo’s off-campus apartment. The place smelled like his protein shakes and that faint citrus soap he used. He was slouched on the couch, legs spread like he owned the whole damn room, blue hair falling messily into his eyes. The TV muttered in the background, but the second he looked at you—tight black tank stretched across your chest, boy shorts barely covering your ass—his expression went flat. Annoyed?.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stared, jaw locked tight, one hand flexing on his thigh like he was imagining ripping those clothes off. Or burning them.

You dropped the bags on the counter and tried to play it casual. “Got those chips you like. You gonna help me put this stuff away or just sit there brooding?”

His laugh was low and sharp, almost mean. “The fuck were you doing wearing that outside?”

You turned, leaning against the counter, pretending you didn’t notice the way his eyes kept dragging down your body. “It’s late. It was hot. I just ran to the corner store.”

He didn’t answer. The silence stretched, thick and ugly. Kashimo never came out and said what was eating at him. He never admitted it was jealousy. He just let it fester until it turned cruel, until the air felt like it might snap.

You walked over slowly, sliding between his spread knees. His sweatpants were already tenting. “Hey…” Your voice softened, sweet the way you knew he secretly craved even if he’d rather die than admit it. “You mad at me?”

“No.” The word came out clipped. His eyes stayed hard.

You dropped to your knees anyway, palms sliding up his thighs. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, hooking your fingers into his waistband and tugging his sweatpants down just enough. He was already hard, thick and flushed at the tip. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slow and firm from base to head. “Didn’t mean to piss you off..”

Kashimo’s breath hitched, but that arrogant smirk tugged at his mouth. “You think jerking me off is gonna fix it, bitch? Parading around campus like every asshole out there gets to look you’re ass?”

You leaned in, pressing a wet kiss to the underside of his cock while your hand kept working him—twisting a little on the upstroke, thumb brushing over the slick head. “I wasn’t. Promise. It was just quick.”

His hand fisted in your hair, not gentle. He yanked your head back so you had to meet his eyes. The sting made your vision blur instantly. Tears welled up, slipping down your cheeks before you could stop them.

And there it was—that dark, hungry shift in his gaze. He loved this. Loved when your eyes got wet and glassy, when you looked a little broken for him. He’d never say the word, but you’d learned exactly what it did to him.

“Keep going,” he ordered, voice rough. “And don’t look away.”

You did, pumping him faster, tighter, tears tracking down your face as you stroked him with everything you had. Soft apologies kept falling from your lips between shaky breaths. “I’m sorry… I won’t wear it out again if you don’t want me to.”

Kashimo’s hips twitched up into your fist, blue hair sticking to his forehead as he watched every tear like it fed something vicious inside him. His grip in your hair bordered on painful, but he never looked away from your wet eyes. The wet sounds of your hand filled the quiet apartment, mixing with his low, ragged breaths.

“Fuck… look at you,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Crying on your knees like a stupid slut.”

You whimpered, stroking him desperately now, twisting your wrist the way he liked. More tears spilled over. The mix of his jealousy and that cruel edge had heat pooling low in your belly. Kashimo’s thighs tensed around you. His breathing turned harsher, chest rising and falling fast.

He came with a low, vicious groan—thick, hot ropes spilling over your hand and onto the front of your tank top. His body jerked, fingers tightening painfully in your hair as he rode it out, eyes still locked on your tear-streaked face.

You kept stroking him through it, slow and soothing, pressing soft kisses along his length while your tears slowly dried. “Better?” you asked quietly, voice a little hoarse.

Kashimo slumped back against the couch, breathing hard. That lazy, evil smirk crept back onto his mouth as he looked down at you—messy, on your knees, marked up with him.

“Not even close.” His thumb brushed roughly over your wet cheek, smearing a tear. “But you’re gonna keep sucking up to me all night, baby. Until I decide you’ve made it up to me.”

He was still the same jealous, rude bastard.

[luckyfrog]

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[newhologram]

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