𓆩 WHEN THE DEVIL CAN’T REACH YOU 𓆪
𓆩❦𓆪 ch. eight | DEFYING THE DEVIL
𓆩❦𓆪 ft. College/uni au ➜ Michael Kaiser x Female! Reader
𓆩❦𓆪 summary. As a foreign exchange student in Japan, you’re ready to embrace the uni experience and start a new chapter in your life—and maybe even love. When swiping right on Michael Kaiser, you assume that his profile is fake so you’re quick to block and unmatch him. But when you cross paths on campus, he opens up a world filled with obsession and possession. You find yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull he has on your heart yet the question of “Is this real love?”, plays on your mind throughout—So what happens when the devil can’t let go?
𓆩❦𓆪 tags in this ch. 18+ (MDNI) Manhandling, sexual tension, size kink, pussydrunk!Shidou, dirty talk, praise kink, spitting, unprotected sex, dry humping, sixty-nine, oral sex (f! + m! receiving), missionary, mating press, upstanding citizen position/standing position, desk sex/backshots, overstimulation, choking, spitting, creampie, hickeys, slight orgasm denial, aftercare, manipulation, deceitfulness, alcohol consumption, emotional conflict, friends to lovers tension, comfort & reassurance, confrontations, jealousy, emotional distancing, slight possessive behaviour
𓆩❦𓆪 word count. 11k
𓆩❦𓆪 a note from yours truly. The LONG awaited chapter everyone has been waiting for 😭 anyone who is confused on why Kaiser doesn’t make much of an appearance, please recap on the past chapters. Now without further ado, enjoy children — 🐉 ⋆｡°·𓂃🖊
Also I know this chapter is long as hell but it’s to make up for the long release for it 😩
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𓆩 When The Devil Can't Reach You… He Makes Sure You Don’t Miss Him 𓆪
“You’re becoming a problem, a distraction, especially for one of my top players.”
You’re delusional if you thought that those words would’ve died down in your mind by now.
Because surprise, surprise, they haven’t. But what makes it worse is knowing that it’s a lie.
But of course, Noel Noa of all people doesn’t care for the facts at this given moment. Not when he ordered you to follow him like a damn soldier. And now you’re here, a desk dividing space between yourself and him who’s hunched over his computer, typing away.
He’s not glanced your way once since he exchanged words with you. His golden eyes stay fixed on the bright screen, unmoving as ever whilst his fingers dig into each key with force.
The silence is killing you slowly, so for once, being deep in your thoughts seems to be your only comfort and way to escape reality.
But not everything works in your favour since he’s pulled you back into it.
“Student ID.”
“Sorry?”
He doesn’t need to look at you to know that he’s caught you off guard, his focus is still on the screen.
But just by lowering his voice, he’s losing patience. “I’m not going to ask you again. Give it here.”
You hesitate for a second too long before reaching into your handbag, your ID almost slipping out of your grasp from how much your fingers tremble. You pass it to him across the desk, scraping harshly against the metal surface.
He snatches it without a word, eyes scanning the information as he resumes typing. And it’s not long before he’s searched for information about you on the university system.
“Majoring in psychology…” he mutters, more to himself than to you. The corners of his mouth don’t move, his expression remaining unreadable.
You have no clue where to look when stuck in an office just as cold as him. So you fixate on your hands, fingers dimpling into your palms the more you remember the person responsible for the current position you’re in now.
Can you really blame your thoughts for spiralling about Kaiser? All those times spent together, the deep conversations and finally sleeping with him now feels like a waste.
You can’t seem to catch a break, not when it comes to him.
He’s the problem–
“You’re the problem.”
How dare he cut into your thoughts and say otherwise?
Your head snaps back to Noa and for once, his eyes are finally on you. He’s no longer typing. He leans forward, elbows pressing into the steel desk, fingers lacing as he fixates on your eyes widening.
“I knew you’d be a problem the first time I saw you,” his voice is steady, too calm for your liking. “I didn’t think much of it at the time because I thought those two idiots would’ve had the sense to focus on more important matters, not fight on a pitch over a girl who can’t benefit them in any way.”
His referring to Kaiser and Shidou’s past fight once again was beginning to aggravate you. But it quickly dies down when his sharp exhale, laced with annoyance, cuts through you.
“And now? We’ve got five players involved in a damn fight inside the dormitories, all of them in Ego’s office, two of them from my team and you happen to be there once again.”
You want your voice to be heard, feeling compelled to defend yourself, to prove him wrong. But each time your lips agape, he’s not giving you the chance to do so.
“Neo Egoist League is happening in a week. We have journalists, cameramen and sponsorship reps arriving and I know Ego would agree with me when I say the last thing we need is low-quality performances and petty fights to be televised.”
“I didn’t start any of this,” you finally blurt out, your voice faltering but holding. “I didn’t even ask for the fights to happen, I’ve tried to stop it twice now–“
“And yet, it’s happened again.”
“Then it’s Kaiser you need to be questioning.”
“Don’t try and put this on him.”
Trying to communicate with him is like talking to a brick wall. Nothing you say is getting through to him. His mind is so tunnel vision that he genuinely believes you’re the issue.
“I don’t care if he’s the cause of it all. I don’t care who said what. I don’t even care what Kaiser does in his free time. What I do care about,” he continues, tapping the desk once for emphasis. “Is outcomes and results. Kaiser is an asset, a top player who doesn’t need to get distracted.”
“So is this all you wanted to say?” You question him, finally deciding to stand your ground, cutting in before he can get a word in. “Ordering me to come in this office so you can give me an earful about how I’m a ‘problem’ for one of your ‘valued’ top players who doesn’t know how to act right?”
The emphasis of your words, the way you spat them out struck a nerve in him. Rightfully so since you’re standing on business.
His fingers clasp together so tightly that his hands could’ve moulded into one. But despite your mocking, he’s composed as ever. He sharply exhales once more, his jaw tightening and his eyes narrowing when he speaks again.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he states, voice low and unforgiving. “I’ve already sent an email to your university liaison. You've been reported.”
So much for standing on business, the business clearly stood on you.
“What?”
“It’s merely a warning,” he says flatly. “But if you care about your future here, I suggest you start acting like it.”
Merely a warning? Bullshit.
You don’t know what that email entails, not yet anyway but you know that it can’t be anything good. The more you stare at him, the more the realisation occurs that he’s not bluffing.
His expression doesn’t change, it never did since you first saw him. You’re not sure if he’s waiting for your response or if you’re waiting for him to utter more nonsense. But with no words exchanged, you let the silence dismiss you.
Rising to your feet now, your hand snatches your student ID off the desk, your eyes avoiding the gaze. He doesn’t try to stop you, not that he needs to since your actions speak for themselves.
Pushing your chair back, the legs scrape against the tile floor and as you’re close to storming out of this dreaded office of his, that's when he finally wants to give you his final parting words.
“I know you’re smart. So don’t make this situation worse for yourself.”
You knew better than to respond to his condescending words, it just wouldn’t change anything. So with force, you swing open the door before it slams right behind you.
To hell with him and Kaiser.
You hate this. But you hate yourself more, for letting Kaiser get to you, falling into his trap over and over again. None of this would’ve happened if he had just left you alone from the start.
Yet, none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t given him a chance.
It’s such a humiliating reminder that keeps ringing in your mind the further you head straight back to your dorm. And even by the time you reach back, you’re still fuming.
You can’t even bother to place your bag on the hanging rack, it’s carelessly plopped on the ground, heading straight to your bed and dropping onto it with a sharp exhale.
Sleep is calling your name but blocking that bastard is screaming at you more.
You toss on your side, dragging your phone out of your back pocket and with barely a pause, you’re quick to search for every social media, every messaging app that links to Kaiser. His Instagram, iMessage, phone number, it’s all been blocked and quite honestly? You couldn’t give a fuck.
Strangely enough, it feels familiar. The first time you blocked him on Tinder, before everything went downhill. The only difference between then and now is that he’s something much worse, willing to hurt you despite giving a part of yourself to him.
You’re still staring at your phone screen, your reflection exposing a range of emotions. Confusion, anger, and hurt keep hitting you in your chest. But the feeling is temporary when your phone is ringing with a FaceTime call from Chigiri.
Incoming FaceTime Call: Princess 🐆
His cherry locks are tied back loosely but you take note of him being back in his dorm after the fight that took place earlier. He’s casually sitting cross-legged on his bed in contrast to you lying on your side and half your face smooshed into your pillow.
“Hey,” he greets, voice gentle as ever.
Your greeting is barely audible. “Hey.”
He picks up on your energy instantly. His brows furrow as he leans in closer to the camera, resting his chin in his palm. “I take it that the conversation didn’t go so well?”
You force a humourless chuckle. “If you can even call it a conversation. He literally put me on blast. I could barely get a word in because apparently, I’m the problem. And he’s reported me to the university.”
Chigiri jolts upright. “Wait… he what?”
“Yeah, I know,” you mutter, pressing your fingers to your temples. “Apparently, that’s enough for Noa to treat me like I’m some kind of threat.”
Chigiri exhales, running a hand through his hair. He looks conflicted, like he doesn’t want to believe it either but knows better than to question Noa’s authority.
“Have you heard anything from the others?” you ask, needing to pivot away from your own frustrations. “How did their meeting go?”
“Well, you see…”
“Chigiri, c’mon. Spit it out.”
“None of them got in trouble.”
You blink. “What?”
“That’s what Karasu told me. Not even Kaiser or Ness,” Chigiri rolls his eyes, annoyed with the fact that they didn’t even get in trouble for starting the fight. “It was just another one of Ego’s ‘my diamonds in the rough’ bullshit speeches while Bachira was spending the whole time washing the bleach out of his hair with like, five bottles of water.”
As humorous as it sounds with Bachira trying to save his hair, it doesn’t change the pit in your stomach that keeps growing. You’re the only one who got the full interrogation and a warning.
And if that wasn’t worse enough, before you can even voice out your frustration any further, a notification slides down your screen.
Not just any notification, an email with the subject titled in bold: Official Notice Regarding Conduct Review in Relation to Blue Lock Program
You sit upright immediately which has Chigiri furrowing his brow at you. Despite your shaky fingers, you open it and as your eyes move down the page, line by line, your breath shallows.
Words can’t describe how cooked you are. You don’t know what’s worse, the restrictions that’s being thrown at you or how low Kaiser would go to lie in your name.
“What’s up?” Chigiri prompts, noticing the change in your expression. “You look like you’ve just shit yourself.”
Still speechless, you take a shaky screenshot of the email and send it to him via iMessage.
He’s quick to tap the message the same way his eyes scan. His jaw tightens.
“Psychological distress?” he reads aloud, incredulous. “Impacted his mental health? Prohibited from attending all of Blue Lock’s Neo Egoist League matches? There’s actually no way.”
You finally find your voice, strained and barely audible. “Why… would he lie? Why the fuck would Kaiser–?”
“Hold up,” Chigiri interrupts you, shaking his head. “Now hear me out… I don’t fuck with Kaiser at all. But even I don’t think he’d go out of his way to lie to Noa and say that you’re messing with his mental health.”
“Then what about me apparently being the sole reason why the fights happened? He–?”
“Again, it’s not him who lied about that either.”
You fall silent, staring at him with no more rebuttals because you already know the truth he’s about to say is enough for you to contemplate everything.
“Noa’s pulling the strings here,” he cuts in firmly. “His thing is all about strategy so he probably exaggerated the situation to keep Kaiser focused for the tournament.”
“Well, he didn’t need to do all that,” you finally mutter, your voice on the edge of exhaustion as you sink further into your bed. “Because I was already planning on keeping my distance from Kaiser… and everyone else.”
Chigiri’s brows pull together. “What do you mean?”
You inhale slowly, carefully wording what you’re about to say. “I think it’s just best if I focus on myself. I don’t want to risk being an issue or a distraction for you or the others, especially now. I know how important this tournament is.”
Chigiri’s expression softens. “You’re not a distraction,” he says, voice low but steady. “Not to me or the guys either. They would say the same thing.”
You give him a look, not convinced, but he pushes on.
“You want my opinion? This email is bullshit so it doesn’t change how we see you. We’ll still come by and hang out as usual.”
You offer a weak smile but you shake your head quickly. “Don’t risk it. The last thing I need is another screw up, especially when I’m already on thin ice with the university.”
While there’s a short silence, Chigiri looks like he wants to keep on pushing. But he reconsiders, eventually sighing and falling into defeat.
“Alright,” he finally gives in. “I’ll tell the guys what’s going on. So they know to give you space, for now.”
You nod, gratitude pooling behind your tired eyes. But the moment doesn’t last when he slightly narrows his eyes.
“So… what about Shidou?”
“Yeah, so that’s the thing…”
“Don’t tell me,” he tilts his head at you, the look of disapproval glued to his face. “You want me to tell him?”
“C’mon, Chigiri,” you groan, pressing a palm over your eyes. “You and I both know that he’ll just pull up to my place the second I tell him. He’s too damn spontaneous.”
“You’re not wrong,” he admits with a light laugh, “but… things aren’t awkward between the two of you anymore. You don’t have to keep pushing him away.”
“I know, I know.” You mumble, your voice trailing is enough for Chigiri to know why he won’t press any further. Your silence answers for you, the truth that you don’t want to tread on, how the damn feelings keep lingering back.
So he exhales softly, giving you a small nod. “Alright. I’ll tell him in person when I see him at practice.”
Your head snaps up, your shoulders sagging with relief. “You’re literally a lifesaver, thank you.”
“I’m only doing it because there’s already a lot on your plate as it is.”
The corners of your lips twitch into a smirk. “So not because you care?”
He gives you the most unamused look possible. “Don’t push it.”
For a fleeting second, you let out a quiet laugh and Chigiri cracks a small grin whilst shaking his head. As the call comes to an end, his voice softens again.
“Look, I know it’s easier said than done but please don’t let this situation get to you more than it already has. We’ve got you so try to get some rest tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah… I’ll try.”
But with the predicament that you were in, how could one be able to have a good night's rest?
Even after you said your goodbyes to Chigiri, after dragging yourself to the shower, getting rid of the dreaded clothes you’ve been in all day and after changing into fresh clothes and slipping beneath the duvet covers.
Sleep didn’t come easily.
You genuinely tried not to let your emotions tangle with the memory of him, but you kept replaying the same possibilities. What if he reached out to you again? What if this warning turns into something more?
You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you definitely slept longer than you anticipated. Monday morning rolls through and you groggily open your eyes, sunlight comes beaming through your blinds.
Struggling to muster up some energy, you glance over at the wall clock, squinting to make out that it's currently noon.
You’ve missed your morning lecture. Not that you care of course but you stare up at your ceiling, contemplating what to do.
You could still get dressed and go to your afternoon seminars but your limbs feel heavy and your mind is drained. Everything feels too much and you’re more content with just bedrotting.
So you turn over and pull the covers up, choosing sleep again. But as always, someone is always trying to disturb your peace since your ringtone is blaring nonstop.
Whoever it is, you don’t have the energy to hold a conversation right now. They’ll have to wait. But they’re not giving up, not when they call for a second time and annoyingly enough, you snatch your phone from your bedside.
Incoming Phone Call: Ryu
And just like that, you’re awake.
Your thumb hovers over the screen, debating your options. You know Shidou too well to know that if you don’t pick up, he’ll just come straight to your dorm. So it’s enough to make you sigh and give in.
“Uhh… hello?”
On the other end of the line, Shidou leans casually against the railing on the outer deck of campus, his lips in a single line. The wind tosses strands of his locks across his forehead as he listens.
“You sound like you just woke up,” he replies bluntly.
You clear your throat awkwardly, forcing yourself to sit up. “I’ve literally been up since eight.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“Who the fuck are you lying to right now?”
You groan into your palm, dragging your hand down your face. “Aren’t you supposed to be training or something?”
Shidou glances off across the pitch. In the distance, his eyes narrow as he spots Kaiser walking with his hood up. He’s completely ignoring everyone who’s trying to greet him or ask if everything is good while he keeps walking into one of the campus buildings.
Shidou didn’t realise how pale his knuckles were from clenching his fists tight, not when you snapped him back to focus. “Hello? Are you gonna answer me or just let me talk to myself?”
“Why didn’t you go to your lecture this morning?”
“Why are you answering my question with a question?”
“Why are you avoiding mine?” he snaps back, voice playful but sharper. “Stop beating around the bush, it’s annoying.”
You pause for a moment before softly sighing and finally admitting. “I woke up late, was struggling to sleep last night...”
“Is that so?” He murmurs, there’s a knowing tilt to his voice, like he already knows why without needing to ask you. “Tell me why the hell you made that damn princess deliver the news to me that you’re distancing yourself from me, again?”
You sheepishly rub the back of your neck. “It’s not like that.”
“Oh, I know, he told me everything.” He lets out a dry and humourless laugh. “He even talked me out of fucking up that blonde dickhead and his lapdog. But you could’ve just told me yourself. You wanted space? Fine, I’d’ve respected that. Still do.”
The blunt honesty in his tone startles you, but it makes sense. He made a promise to your dad to look out for you but he also wants to atone for his mistakes.
It’s clear that he wants to be in your life again yet he knows that your trust isn't something you’ll give away loosely.
“You gotta trust me,” he says, gentler now. “How am I supposed to be there for you if you can’t even tell me what’s going on?”
Your throat tightens, unable to make a response but Shidou doesn’t press you for one. With everything that’s gone on, especially between you two, he doesn’t blame you for putting up a barrier.
“I get it,” he continues, “I still need to earn back your trust. So, I’ll give you space. I won’t pull up to your dorm or anything like that.”
But he exhales before firmly speaking again. “But I’m still gonna call you, still gonna message, still gonna annoy the hell out of you if I think something’s up.”
You’re caught off guard with how… calm he’s being with your situation. You hate that he’s right, that you need to put your guard down when it comes to him, even if you think it’s the better option to do.
“You’re so damn persistent, y’know that?”
“God forbid a man gives a shit about you.”
You roll your eyes despite the corner of your mouth twitching upwards. In the background, you hear another voice which sounds like Charles shouting at Shidou from afar. “Yo, hurry up man! I’m two seconds away from bunking again.
“You gotta go?” You ask with a slight grin.
“Y’know how it is, tournament’s right around the corner.”
Before either of you can say goodbye, his voice slightly softens. “I’ll call you later, yeah? Until then, get the hell out of bed. I like my type to be productive, not bedrotting.”
“I wasn’t even bedrotting–!”
“Later, doll.”
And just like that he hangs up on perfect timing before you could even nag at him.
And before you can kick yourself in the foot by getting easily flustered.
—𓆩❦𓆪
With one week left before the NEL tournament, your assignment and exams approaching, you don’t waste time by sulking.
This time you made the effort to attend your morning lectures. Filling up your psychology notes with everything you need for exam prep and your assignments.
In between your studying, you still get messages from the group chat. It’s mostly updates on how their training is going to checking in to see how you’re doing. It stings a little, a constant reminder that you won’t be able to support them up close when the time comes.
Regardless, you always replied, letting them know you were okay and you’d be rooting for them from afar.
Now, as for Shidou?
True to his word, he called you back that same day. At first, he kept it simple. The calls he made didn’t stretch past five minutes. He kept it casual, too casual one might say.
“You good?”
“Yeah, yeah. I just got in not too long ago.”
“Cool, make sure to eat something. I’ll call you again tomorrow.”
He didn’t demand your time like you thought he initially would. It was strange at first. You were grateful for the space and the “how’s your old man doing?” check-ins, sure.
And maybe it was because he also needed to focus on the tournament but slowly, you started missing what used to be. Back when the two of you were just online friends, talking until 3AM about everything and nothing.
But your stubbornness wouldn’t let you admit it.
So you found subtle excuses. Started dropping vague “ugh, I hate this assignment” texts that practically begged a response from him.
Yet, Shidou caught on fast.
He didn’t complain nor did he say anything about it. Not when your tactics worked in his favour. So he played along.
Five-minute check-ins turned into fifteen-minute conversations. Fifteen minutes grew into thirty. Then eventually, you found yourself on FaceTime with him every night.
Sometimes he’d call just to see your face, even if you looked exhausted. But there are times when he makes your eyes light up by asking you out of the blue questions.
“You still got that damn plushie I brought for you a while back?”
“Yeah?” You replied, your lips gaped the more you glanced over to the Cinnamoroll plushie sitting in the corner of your bed. “Yeah… I still have it.”
He grinned like he hadn’t expected it. “Even after we–?”
“Fell out?” You finished his sentence, averting your gaze so he couldn’t see the warmth in your expression. “Yeah, I still kept it.”
It was quiet for a moment. But that comfortable silence said everything.
Meanwhile, Kaiser?
You hadn’t seen him since everything went down. Not on campus, not in passing so it almost felt like a relief.
Until the packages started showing up.
Every morning when you left for lectures or came back from seminars in the late afternoon, there it was again. A neatly wrapped parcel left at your door, accompanied by a small card. You never opened the notes nor did you unwrap the parcel.
‘Miyha’, you once loved to say but now despised, was always engraved somewhere on the packaging. You couldn't care less about whatever it was that he got you.
So, each one was tossed away. Lousy presents weren't going to win you back nor erase what he ruined.
And besides, you had something better now.
Shidou offering to help with your assignments and even quiz you for your exams was not on your bingo card.
Even if it was in his way and even if he didn’t have a clue about the key terms.
“Okay, so dumbbell’s number?”
“Dunbar’s number,” you corrected, failing miserably to hold in your laughter. “It’s a cognitive limit. It suggests that humans can only maintain 150 stable relationships. So, anything past that is meaningless.”
At this point, he’d leaned closer to his screen to watch your reaction. “So, what does that mean for us?”
“I mean… I guess we’re pretty close.”
“How close are we talking?”
“Next question.”
Some nights, when the calls went on late, he stayed on FaceTime with you as you drifted off, his voice the last thing you heard before sleep took you.
On more than one occasion, he’d just watch you quietly, the camera pointed right at you while snoring softly in the background.
You didn’t even realise how quickly you’d fallen back into rhythm until you’re laughing at his dumb jokes, flustered at any little thing he does and even found yourselves holding each other's gaze for far too long.
Your walls were thinning, bit by bit.
But it was hard to resist temptation, even at this particular moment.
“So… what if I came over tonight?”
His voice dipped so low that your brain short-circuited and your heart sputtered uncontrollably.
“… You being for real?”
“You don’t want me to? I don’t hear you saying no.”
It should’ve been a quick answer but you hesitated, shaking your head to pull yourself back to your senses. “Behave yourself, Ryu.”
He’d chuckle darkly at your flustered state, throwing his head back. “Alright, alright. Don’t go all shy on me now.”
He knows what you want but he didn’t push.
For now, it was enough.
—𓆩❦𓆪
You didn’t realise how quickly the week went. It might’ve been the banners displayed all over campus promoting the NEL tournament, the various teams’ flags posted up and staff scurrying about to tape off areas for press coverage and sponsorships.
For everyone else, it’s the final countdown for them to do their last final prep for tomorrow. But for you, the day has felt unusually quiet.
It’s a late afternoon on a Sunday and you’ve just left the library, your mind feeling lighter after submitting two assignments and finishing up the last bit of revision for one of your exams tomorrow.
You should feel relief and to some degree, you do. But as you glance at your phone for a nth time and see the lack of notifications from Shidou, something unsettles you.
You texted him this morning and yet still no reply back to you asking him when he’s free to call. But you’re brushing it off since he’s probably doing last-minute training since the tournament is tomorrow after all.
Well, you thought wrong.
Because as you turn the corner down towards the hallway dorms, two figures are standing right in front of your door.
Even from a distance, you recognise them instantly. Shidou with his towering lean frame with his arms behind his damn head and beside him, Charles who’s leaning against your door frame like it’s his place.
You'd be lying if you said that you weren’t happy to see Shidou but what the hell is he doing here with Charles?
They’re not supposed to be here.
You quicken your pace, scanning around the hallway instinctively, paranoid about the security cameras mounted on the walls.
Shidou spots you first, his grin widening but you’ve stopped him. Because before he can even utter a word or properly greet you, you unlock your door in one swift motion and get a fistful of his compression shirt clutched in your hand as you yank him into your dorm.
He stumbles with a laugh, clearly not resisting. You certainly didn’t forget about Charles so you give him the same treatment, dragging him in by the sleeve as he lets out a surprised but amused, “Whoa, hello to you too.”
Charles doesn’t waste a second when the door slams shut. “Damn, Shidou. You didn’t tell me she was the dominant type.”
“Shut up, Charles.” You hiss at him before directing your attention towards Shidou, who's standing just a little too pleased with himself with his hands raised like he’s surrendering. “And you, what happened to not pulling up to my dorm?! You know I can get in serious trouble if I’m caught with either of you.”
Shidou cocks his head. “Don’t tell me you’re still falling for their little scare tactic? The higher-ups are too damn busy losing their shit over this tournament to care about campus cameras.”
“I don’t care. That’s not the point–“
“God, you need to stand on business more and stop being a pussy,” Charles chimes in with a playful tone, a smirk tugging on his lips as he waves something in your face. “Anyways, here.”
You shoot him a glare, the constant motion of a paper being waved in your face makes you instantly snatch it out of his hand.
“What is this?”
“Maybe if you used your big ass eyes, you’d know what it is.”
“Yo, chill out,” Shidou mutters, flicking Charles right on the forehead, causing him to curse under his breath and rub the spot.
You ignore them for a moment, concentrating on what's in your hands.
It’s a ticket but not just any ticket. One that’s to the NEL tournament, a digital pass with a custom QR code for all access entry to the matches, valid all week yet with your name nowhere in sight.
“How did you–?”
“You’re welcome,” Charles smoothly interrupts, swinging his arms over his neck and already walking towards the door like he’s done his good deed for the day. “Just make sure you go through Gate C. I know a guy on scanner duty, he won’t ask for ID so you’ll be fine.”
You’re caught between gratitude and shock while Shidou is just standing there with the biggest smirk like he knew you would react like this.
“Anyways, I did my part. You two better not be late tonight.”
You furrow your brows. “Late for what?”
Charles doesn’t give you a response, he just looks back over his shoulder with a devilish grin before opening and slamming the door shut.
Leaving you alone with Shidou, who’s now moved to sit on your desk, eyes focused on you.
“You know,” Shidou drawls with a cheeky smirk. “You should really be thanking me. I asked that damn blondie to pull a couple strings just so you could watch me play.”
You raise your brows, crossing your arms with that familiar look that shuts him up immediately.
You’re grateful that he went out of his way to do this for you but he knows full well that he’s not the only one that you’ve been wishing to see play on the field.
He huffs out loud, dragging his hand through his hair like it’s painful to admit. “Tch, fine. I guess you’ll get to see the others too. Chigiri, Bachira, whoever else.”
You don’t hide the amused smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. But it doesn’t last long, not when your earlier question still lingers.
“Look, whatever is happening tonight, I’m not interested.“
Shidou’s still perched on your desk, a slight gleam in his fuchsia eyes when he leans forward, spreading his knees apart just enough to gesture with his hands for you to come closer.
And despite yourself, you take the unspoken invitation.
Your feet slowly carry you across the room, until you’re standing right in front of him, close enough to smell the sharp scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of sweat, that post-practice musk that lingers on his skin.
“You’re always so on edge,” he murmurs, voice low, raspy and almost teasing. “Just relax for me, doll.”
You do. Against your will or not, your body responds instinctively to his hands gliding over your shoulders, the smooth cadence of his voice lulling your shoulders into easing under his touch.
He massages his thumbs along the curve of your shoulder blades, and it sends a shiver cascading down your spine.
“Listen,” he leans in closer, eyes tracking every twitch of emotion on your face. “It’s good and all that you’ve been locked in. Assignments, exam prep, being a perfect little student…”
His hands drift lower, slow and deliberate, settling on your waist as his thumbs begin brushing slow, lazy strokes over the fabric of your crimson bandeau long-sleeve top. You look away instinctively, heat crawling up your neck, but he’s not having it.
He lifts one hand to gently take your chin between his fingers and angles your face back toward his.
“But you need a break. You’ve been working too hard.”
His voice is soft and sincere, like all the other times he’s been on call when you’re close to falling asleep, when the FaceTimes shifted to a deep conversation.
“So we’re going to the club tonight.”
“… And you thought now was the best time to tell me this? I have an exam tomorrow, and the tournament starts for you too–”
He cuts you off with a scoff. “You think I give a fuck?”
His hand glides to your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushes your cheek which almost makes you melt into his touch.
“Besides, I’ll make sure we’re not getting wasted. You’re too much of a damn lightweight so I’m making sure you don’t overdo it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Am I wrong?”
You almost argue, but you accept your defeat. But that doesn’t change the tiny flicker of hesitation in your expression that he can still see. The way your defences falter just slightly. His grip on you softens again, coaxing, patient.
“Come on,” he says, voice dropping again to that low register that makes your stomach flip. “It won’t be the whole night. Charles’ll be there, sure, but he’ll be off chasing something.”
“I want it to just be us tonight,” Shidou says quietly. “I’ve got you.”
You hadn’t even noticed how close his face had gotten again, his gaze flicking down to your lips, his breath warm against yours, eyes locked on you with a softness that stuns you into silence.
You don’t even breathe until he suddenly leans back, the moment cut just short, like he’s teasing you on purpose.
“I’m waiting,” he drawls, arms folded again.
Damn you, Shidou.
You cross your arms and stare at him, but eventually, you relent with a quiet sigh. “…Fine. I’ll come.”
The grin that spreads across his face is blinding.
“Good, not like you had a choice anyway. If you said no, I was gonna throw you over my shoulder and take you with me.”
You scoff at that, turning away to avoid him seeing the smile forming on your lips.
“I’ll pick you up at 9:30,” he adds, stretching out before heading toward the door. “Wear something cute.”
“Don’t tell me what to wear,” you mutter under your breath.
He pauses just as the door swings open, shooting you a wink over his shoulder. “Then just wear what you wore last time. Couldn't stop thinking about you in that little black dress at that modelling party.”
“Ryusei!”
He winks again before the door closes behind him, with you now alone, the ticket in your hand almost crumpled due to your tight grip and your mind all muddled.
It’s a stupid idea to be going out a day before your exam and the start of the tournament for Shidou.
But he wasn’t wrong. It has been a while since you’ve given yourself a break. But you weren’t going to wear the same outfit you wore the last time you went to Yukimiya’s event party.
So later on in the evening, you slipped into a strapless denim corset top and a denim mini skirt that hugged your figure perfectly. To top it all off, you flung your tiny denim handbag over your shoulder and black kitten heels to give you a bit of height.
By the time you heard a knock at your dorm door at 9:30 sharp, you were finishing up your lip gloss, checking yourself out in the mirror for the third time.
Shidou stood on the other side and the look on his face when you revealed yourself to him?
His eyes drag over you the second you open the door. You were looking at your phone, adjusting your hair through the selfie cam, so you didn’t even notice how he had gone completely still, hand half-raised like he forgot what he was about to say.
“Is this too much?” you asked casually, still not making eye contact, lips pouting slightly as you glance at yourself through your phone screen, smoothing your top without even looking at him.
Shidou couldn't answer. He was covering his mouth with the back of his hand like he was trying to stop himself from saying something. Which is out of character for him since he’s never been one to back away from saying what’s on his mind.
You finally looked up and frowned. “Oh my God, it is too much. I’ll quickly go change–”
“Hold up.” His voice dropped low as he reached for you, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you close, your chest bumping against his as he brought his other hand to the small of your back.
“Damn, woman,” he murmured, eyes drinking you in. “Can’t you get the damn hint? You look sexy.”
Your breath caught a little in your throat. Yet, he couldn’t stop staring, his gaze bouncing from your lips to your neckline to the curve of your hips, not even trying to be subtle as he licked his lips on the way out.
And here you are, at the club and his hand still hasn’t left your lower back, taking the lead as he guides you inside.
Lights strobe above your head in hues of magenta and violet, fanning out across the club’s ceiling. The overhead beams match the rhythm of the music that’s blasting from EDM to early 2000s R&B.
You’re taking everything in as it hits you but more importantly, you’re scanning the room, eyes darting from one person to another.
“Where is Charles?” you ask, standing on your toes slightly to peek over the crowd.
“Speak of the devil,” Shidou muttered with a crooked grin.
Sure enough, Charles was near the back corner of the club in the middle of an argument with some girl. From the tiniest stain of alcohol on his shirt that she was trying to wipe off with a napkin, it's obvious that he clearly made a big commotion over it.
But their expressions kept flipping from annoyed to flirty. If anything, they looked like they were seconds away from either fighting or making out.
That is, until you and Shidou appear.
“Look who finally showed up,” Charles greeted, dapping up Shidou and then glancing over at you with a toothy grin. “Hey, looking good, chérie. Last time I saw you dress up, I thought you were headed to a funeral.”
You squint your eyes, lips parting for a snappy comeback. But as always, Shidou beats you to it, chuckling as he smacks the back of Charles’ head with zero hesitation.
“Go back to French kissing,” he doesn’t even look at him, already turning to guide you away. “We’re going to the bar.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit.”
You definitely needed something to calm your nerves.
Because now that you were here, now that the crowd, the lights and the music surrounded you, you couldn’t ignore the fact that this wasn’t just a night out.
This was with him.
And the last time you two went out, that was when you both fell out and separated even further when you got tangled up with Kaiser.
Your thoughts must’ve shown on your face, because when Shidou handed you a drink, he didn’t let go right away.
He raised a brow. “What’s on your mind?”
You blinked, taking the drink and quickly turning your gaze away to sip it.
“Nothing at all,” you mumbled. “What makes you think there’s something on my mind?”
“You always have this cute concentrated look,” he said, leaning against the bar, one arm flexed casually as he watched you. “Like when you’re doing assignments. Kinda looks like you’re constipated, but it’s still cute.”
You nearly choked on your drink and punched his chest lightly, which only made him laugh harder.
“Like I said,” you muttered, cheeks warming. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m good.”
He hums in response, like he doesn’t believe you, that much was obvious. “So you don’t wanna tell me? That’s fine. I’ll find out soon enough.”
Whatever that means, you brush it off as you continue sipping your drink. Shidou pushes himself off the bar and straightens up before holding his hand out again.
“C’mon, let’s go.”
—𓆩❦𓆪
The rest of the night follows with you and Shidou falling into an easy rhythm on the dance floor. You’re in your third hour at the club and the third time Shidou has pulled you against him as you dance.
But it doesn’t bother you. Your skin glows under the purple neon lights as your hips roll and he moves with you, hands still snug on your waist but never wandering. It’s all about the flow between you two. It’s synced, not too fast, not too slow. It’s like you’ve done this before with him, even though you haven’t.
He never lets another guy get close. Every time someone steps too close, Shidou swiftly adjusts, his hand pressing to your back, pulling you into him further until your spine meets the hard line of his chest.
It felt almost too intentional, maybe protective. Either way, it’s driving you insane.
Now and then, his breath ghosts over your ear every time he leans in to check on you, lips brushing just barely against your skin.
“You good?” he murmurs once, low enough that you feel it in your neck more than you hear it. You nod, not trusting your voice. Your voice is lodged somewhere between your throat and your stomach.
It doesn't help when he shifts behind you and your body follows without thinking, your hips rolling back, brushing against him in time with the beat.
His grip on your waist tightens, nails faintly digging into your denim skirt. You can feel every flex of his torso behind you, the slope of his abs against your back, the restraint in his hands as you keep grinding, close enough that it feels deliberate.
“Fuck,” he mutters once, barely audible, and you pretend not to hear it.
It doesn’t help that across the floor, Charles appears in the middle of a circle, busting out his footwork and getting sturdy. He’s completely unfazed when everyone breaks into drunken cheers.
You and Shidou watch, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, both of you leaning into each other as Charles nearly trips trying to do a spin.
You definitely weren’t drunk. You still had your mind about you, your lips looser, giggling coming more easily and just slightly wavy.
And maybe that’s why you don’t see it coming when Shidou snatches your third glass of gin and tonic from your hand just as it nears your lips.
“No more.” He lifts the drink out of your reach with one hand, the other still resting casually on your waist. “I don’t need you getting drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” You stretch to grab it again, only for him to arch a brow and hold it higher.
“I don’t remember asking,” he replies smoothly, cocking his head. “I already told you no.”
You groan and throw your head back. “Don’t be like that. I just want a sip.”
Instead of responding, he looks you dead in the eyes and chugs the entire drink right in front of you. The ice clinks as he finishes it off in seconds, only the tiniest drop left at the bottom. Then, he hands you the near-empty cup with a smug grin.
“Bon appétit.”
You glare at the glass, then at him. “God, you’re so annoying.”
Without waiting for his response, you shove the glass in his chest and turn on your heel. “I’m going to the balcony to get some fresh air.”
You brush past Charles mid-kiss with the same girl he’d been arguing with earlier, ignoring his muffled, “Damn, where’re going?”
Of course, you barely make it to the balcony before you hear heavy steps behind you. It’s quieter up there, save for the faint rumble of the music seeping through the walls and Tokyo's nightlife in the distance.
You exhale sharply. “I said I was getting fresh air. You didn’t need to follow me.”
Shidou’s voice is calm, hands shoved into his pockets as he strolls closer. “You really think I’m letting you go off on your own in that skirt?”
You cross your arms, the night wind brushing cool against your skin. “Ugh. I hate that you’re so persistent.”
He chuckles dryly. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
That tips something over.
The liquor on your tongue, the month of unspoken tension, the week you’ve had. And something about his voice made you want to say it, all of it.
“I hate the way you talk to me,” you snap, facing him now. “With that damn cocky tone, it’s so smooth and it bugs me out whenever you talk so sincerely.”
Shidou’s head tilts, the smirk still playing on his lips. “Yeah? Don’t be shy. Tell me more.”
And that’s your problem, isn’t it? Your mouth is too loose now and words pour out before you can stop them.
“Don’t hold back now.”
“I hate that you’re always watching out for me, even after everything that happened and I don’t deserve it.”
You don’t even notice you’re walking backwards until your back hits the railing. He keeps inching closer until he’s towering over you, that usual smirk nowhere in sight, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowing.
“I hate that I spent so much time with Kaiser and not you. I hate that I trusted him,” you continue, quieter now. “I hate that I slept with him…”
Shidou leans in slowly, just enough for you to feel his breath, like he wanted to give you a chance to stop him.
“And not with me?”
Your lips part, but no words come out. You turn your head away, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
But instead of pushing further, he exhales through his nose before letting out a low chuckle. Then, he slings off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, catching you off guard.
“Yeah, well,” he mutters, adjusting it on your frame. “I was pretty pissed too. For letting us fall out.”
“Ryusei…”
“But here’s the thing,” he cuts in, eyes locked on yours. “Y'know all that shit was in the past. So why're you getting yourself so worked up about it? It doesn’t change how I see you.”
Your lips are agape again but whatever you were going to say vanishes when his calloused hands find your waist.
“Y’know what I see?” he asks, his fingers digging into the denim fabric as he tugs you forward until your body is flush against his. “I see the same girl who told me I was irritating and was close to skipping me on Omegle the first time we met.”
His fingers curl into your sides. You’re practically chest-to-chest now.
“I see the same girl who’s stubborn as hell but she’s just misunderstood. She’s smart and deserves a whole lot better.”
You let him continue, not that you can find the words yet to respond.
“I couldn’t give a fuck if Kaiser kissed you or fucked you,” his voice is low and rough. “It couldn’t’ve been that good if you’re not running back to him.”
“Ryu…” you whisper, your palm pressing against his chest as a means to balance yourself with your mind going hazy rather than to push him away.
His heart’s racing, thumping against your palm the closer he leans close to your face again, his lips hovering just over yours.
“Tell me to stop.” He murmurs.
You didn’t need to nor did you want to. And he takes this as a sign to finally press his lips against yours.
It’s not rough like you imagined it would be with him. It's patient, lingering and surprisingly soft, tasting of rum, restraint and a month of tension slipping away.
One hand stays at your waist. The other comes up to cradle the back of your head, angling your mouth to his like he’s anchoring himself to you.
His tongue glides against your bottom lip, edging for you to open wide and you press yourself against him. Your arms slowly wind around his neck and he groans softly against your mouth, the kind of sound that makes your knees weak.
When you finally part, you’re breathless.
His forehead rests against yours. Your arms are still around his neck. And that’s when you feel his hard-on digging into your stomach.
You glance down, his eyes following yours and his imprint is so large you don’t realise your eyes are going wide. Your gaze eventually snaps up to his and that's when you realise he’s shamelessly locked on your cleavage.
“My eyes are up here.” You mutter, raising a brow.
“Yeah,” he grins lazily, his fuchsia orbs darkening by the second. “But you already know I ain’t subtle.”
He emphasises his point by driving his clothed boner into your stomach again, a moan now leaking from your lips.
“Keep looking at me like that,” he flicks back down to your cleavage and then back at you. “And my mouth’s gonna be there in five minutes.”
You swallow hard. “You’re drunk.”
“Not even close.”
The look in his eyes, the longing he’s had for you makes it clear that the night isn’t ending here.
—𓆩❦𓆪
You barely remember the cab ride back from the club. Only that Shidou’s hand never left your bare thigh, edging towards your inner thigh. And that at some point you caught his phone in his hand as he sent Charles a lazy text: Taking her back to mine. Don’t wait up.
You knew you should’ve just gone back to your own dorm, gone straight to bed and tried to get enough sleep for your exam tomorrow.
But the second his hand slips under the front of your corset top, you know this is tomorrow’s problem.
The door barely clicks shut before your back hits it. His frame is crowding you in, towering over you. His hands are rough, tugging down your denim strapless corset until your breasts are spilling free into his hands.
“Fuuck…” he groans, his head dipping instantly, sucking at one nipple, teeth catching before his tongue soothes it. He’s devouring every inch and his fingers keep pushing your top lower until it’s useless around your waist.
He pulls back just long enough to glance up at you, his fuchsia eyes burning. “You have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve been picturing you like this?”
You’re trying to catch your breath, gasping nonstop as your head tips back when he moves to your other breast, mouth hot and wet, his chain brushing your skin as he sucks harder, as if he’s trying to leave a claim there.
“Always been you… always.”
Just when you thought you could finally make out a response, he scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You’re squealing, swatting at his back but he just laughs, carrying you across the room and tossing you onto his bed.
The sight of him standing over you has your thighs clenching. His black tank top clinging to his torso, silver chain glinting at his collarbone, his beefy hands unbuckling his dark cargos that hang low on his hips.
The outline in his boxers is obscene, straining against the material, but before you can even reach for him, he’s hooking his hands into your skirt and yanking it down, underwear and all, in one smooth pull.
He’s on the bed before you can second-guess anything, lying back and patting his chest. “C’mere, pretty girl. Right here.”
Your knees sink into the mattress but you hesitate when you realise where this is going. “Wait–!”
“I’ll make it easy for you.” He hauls you up, positioning you over him until you’re straddling his broad chest, your knees planted on either side of his head. “Shy now? After grinding your sweet little ass on me all night? Sit for me.”
When you hover uncertainly, his hands shoot up to your hips, yanking you down so your cunt presses against his mouth. The first flick of his tongue is disgusting, devastatingly slow with slicks of saliva splattering on your plush folds.
He’s dragging from your entrance up to your clit before sucking it between his lips. “Sh-Shit! Ryu!”
“Yeah… that’s it, doll,” he groans between licks, his voice vibrating through you. “You taste better than I imagined,”
He’s eating you like he’s starving, tongue curling against your clit while his hands grip your ass to keep you there. You bite down on a moan, your hips twitching at the relentless pressure.
Your hips rock involuntarily against his mouth, and he only tightens his hold on your ass, tongue parting your folds before plunging in deep repeatedly.
Your eyes drop and catch his boxers. His bulge is painfully obvious, the dark fabric damp where precum has soaked through. Without thinking, you tug them down enough to free him and he’s flushed, leaking, pulsing in your hand.
You wrap your fingers around him, feeling the heavy cock in your hand and he lets out a rough moan when your lips wrap around his bulging tip.
“Yeah, baby. Play with it,” he praises, his tongue never slowing. “Mmm, just like that.”
The reaction is instant, his hips jerking upwards, low guttural curses spilling from him as your slick tongue swirls around the base.
His index and middle finger nudges at your sopping hole before sliding into you mid-lick, curling until you whimper around his cock. The vibrations make him hiss before chuckling low in his throat.
He’s talking you through every second, filthy as always while your hips are rocking into his face, his hold on you firm but encouraging.
“Gonna have you drippin’ all over for me before I even fuck you… Bet you’ll still be tight for me.”
For a while, there’s nothing but the sound of sucking, moans, and deepthroating. Your mouth on him, his tongue on you, fingers spreading you open so he can fuck you with them while his mouth keeps working your clit.
You’re getting close, too close and maybe he knows, hence why he suddenly shifts, manhandling you once again and flipping you on your back. The bed creaks the more he stalks over your bare, trembling body which makes your eyes flutter shut.
He dips his head down, catching your lips, kissing you hard enough that you taste your juices on his lips. He presses your wrists into the mattress with one hand while the other guides himself to your entrance.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he hooks your legs over his shoulders. “Wanna see your pretty face when I split you open.”
The blunt head of his cock slides against you before pushing in slow and deep. The first thrust steals the air from your lungs, your eyes opening wider. His eyes are glued to your face, watching the way it changes when he bottoms out, your nails biting into his forearms.
“Fuck, you feel…” he groans, unable to finish his sentence, his pace building rapidly, the bed creaking under his weight, every stroke angled to hit deep.
Your back arches, a loud moan breaking free, and he smirks down at you, sweat starting to bead along his temple.
“Look at you,” he grits between thrusts, voice almost mocking but still dripping with heat. “This is where you belong, doll. Not with him. With me.”
Halfway through, he changes position again, pressing your knees down toward your chest so your legs are nearly folded beside your head. The pressure has you screaming, the deep, relentless strokes hitting a spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
“Talk to me,” he demands, his chain swinging with each thrust. “Still thinking about Kaiser now?”
“N-No, fuck, fuck!” You cry out, the sound spilling from you without restraint.
One of his hands releases to grip your face, fingers pressing your cheeks until your lips pucker fully. “There she is, my pretty fuckin’ girl.”
Your mind is disoriented, the sounds filling the room to the max are the sound of your cries tangled with his grunts, his forehead resting against yours as he keeps you pinned beneath him.
His rhythm is brutal but controlled, and every few thrusts he gives a low chuckle, like he’s savouring how wrecked you’re becoming.
You finally feel it, your gummy walls clamping down on him so hard that he curses out loud as you spasm uncontrollably, squirting to the point that it gets on his bed sheets.
You’re still pulsing around him, thighs trembling, the aftermath of your orgasm making your cunt flutter around him. But that doesn’t mean anything to Shidou, not when he’s still buried deep inside you, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temple to your collarbone.
He hasn’t stopped nor has he thought about stopping.
You’re just starting to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling. But before you can register what’s happening, his chiselled arms hook under your thighs with terrifying ease.
“H-Hold on–!”
“Nah, fuck that.”
Your back leaves the mattress, your legs automatically locking around his waist as he stands to his full height. His cock never slips out of you, buried deep as he adjusts his grip and starts walking, carrying you like you weigh nothing, the muscles in his arms flexing against your trembling thighs.
You’re still full of him, the stretch almost dizzying now that he’s got you off the bed and standing in the middle of his room.
The position forces your body to cling to him, your hands tangled in his sweat-damp hair, your cheek brushing his temple as his hands anchor you in place.
“Can’t stop now, doll,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked, his breath fanning against your neck. “Not when you’ve got me feelin’ this fuckin’ good.”
You can hear how ruined he is, that rasp in his voice, the way his hips grind in slow circles like he’s trying to draw out every last reaction.
You’re overstimulated, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, but he doesn’t just pound into you immediately. Instead, he rolls his hips slowly, savouring the way you whimper against him.
“Mmm, still so tight,” he drawls, one hand sliding up your back to press between your shoulder blades, holding you close. “Thought that pretty little pussy would’ve loosened up by now.” He bounces you slightly on his cock, letting gravity sink you all the way down onto him until you’re stuffed full again. “Guess not.”
“T-Too big, hnngh, I can’t–!”
“Tell me,” he interrupts, pulling back just enough to look at you, nails digging further into your glistening thighs. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”
You shake your head at first, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but then he gives a sharp snap of his hips that breaks a gasp from you. His smirk deepens. “Yeah… that’s what I thought.”
The pace builds, no longer measured, your body rising and falling in his grip. Your breasts bounce freely, jiggling with every slam of his hips and his eyes drop to watch like he’s hypnotised as your head drops back.
“Ryu!” Your voice cracks. “S-So good!”
“That’s it. Say it like you fuckin’ mean it,” he mutters through gritted teeth, watching the way your tits bounce with every slam of his hips. “Look at you… so fuckin’ good for me.”
Your breath hitches when he changes the angle, his cock hitting deep enough to make your legs twitch around him.
He’s so far gone now, every sound you make just pulls him deeper into this haze. The slow control from earlier is gone. He’s drunk on the way you feel, the way you squeeze around him, muttering under his breath like he’s talking to himself more than you.
The sound of your slick, the slap of skin, and your soft cries fill the room as he pounds into you with your body jostling in his hold, your chest bouncing with every thrust.
His mouth finds your neck, biting down just enough to make you gasp. One hickey after another, his canine-like teeth graze your skin so deeply that it’s for sure going to leave marks by sunrise.
Then, as quickly as it started, he stops moving, setting you down on trembling legs, spinning you toward his desk. He’s shoving everything to the floor in one sweep before bending you over the surface, your cheek pressed against the cool metal.
His hands grip your waist hard enough to bruise, and then the first thrust is unforgiving, forcing a strangled moan from you.
“You look better like this,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of your locks to yank your head back. His hips slam into you from behind, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the small dorm room. “Bent over, takin’ me like you were made for it.”
His other hand lets go of your hips and comes up around your throat, not just holding but squeezing, making your breath catch. He leans over you until his chest is pressed to your back, his lips brushing your ear with each ragged breath.
“Say it,” he growls, his hips smacking against your ass with every thrust. “Say you need me. Not him. Me.”
You’re already gasping, eyes rolling from the tight grip on your throat and the way his cock is slamming into you. Your mouth opens, but all that comes out is a choked cry.
His hand tightens to the max. “Say. It.”
“I–need you,” you finally manage, the words breaking into a whimper. “You, Ryu, fuck–only you–!”
“That’s my girl,” he grunts, picking up the pace until the sound of skin slapping fills the room. “Fuckin’ mine.”
Without warning, he pulls you back enough to face him, his free hand cupping your jaw. “Open your mouth.”
You obey instantly, lips parting. He spits directly into your mouth, warm and heavy, his eyes locked on yours. Before you can even react, his mouth is on yours, sloppy, greedy, your tongues tangling while saliva pools at the corner of your lips.
When he breaks the kiss, a string of spit connects you, and his hand snakes down between your thighs. Two fingers rub at your clit with messy, urgent circles, the sensation white-hot on your overstimulated nerves.
Your knuckles go white gripping the edge of the desk, your knees almost buckling as his pace turns merciless. He’s deep, so deep that every push makes you feel like he’s claiming every inch of you.
“Cum with me,” he grits out, hips snapping against you hard enough to rock the desk under you. “I know you’ve got one more in you. Gimme it, doll.”
Your vision goes white when it hits you, your entire body clenching, legs buckling, your cunt spasming around him as you cum with a cry that’s half-moan, half-sob.
“Fuck, I’m gonna–!”
He follows almost instantly, hips pressing flush to yours, cock throbbing as he spills inside you with a deep, guttural groan. The sound of him panting in your ear mixes with the sticky, wet mess between your legs.
His rhythm falters and then he’s spilling into you, flooding your walls white deep inside as he groans your name. Shidou stays inside you for a beat longer, breathing hard, before pulling out slowly, watching the way his cum spills from you down your thighs.
You’re too weak to stand, your knees almost giving in that you slump forward onto the desk, but he’s already catching you, lifting you into his arms again.
“Uh-uh. Don’t move,” he murmurs, voice softer now but still rough from strain. He carries you back to his bed bridal-style, laying you gently on the mattress.
He disappears for a moment, the faint sound of water running and the shuffle of him moving around in his bathroom is temporary when he returns with a towel, crouching to your level.
“You need to rest too–“
“Shut up,” a faint grin plays on his lips, his hand brushing a strand of your damp lock from your face. “Don’t worry about me. Just rest.”
He knows he needs to get some sleep, and he knows that the tournament starts tomorrow. Yet, that doesn’t stop him from wiping you down from your waist to your sore cunt.
You’re too drowsy to argue but not too far gone to feel the press of his lips against your glistening forehead before you finally drift off.
And the thought of your exam at 9 AM? Plus, successfully getting past the gates to watch the first match?
You already knew this is tomorrow’s problem.
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