Evergreen

nanami doesn’t argue.

that would imply there’s a debate to be had. there isn’t. you’re wrong, and he’s right, end of story.

except right now you’re standing over him, arms crossed over your chest, smirking, and somehow — he’s the one apologizing. on his knees, too.

his fingers skim the inside of your wrist to the faint lines of your palm, thumb gliding over the crease of your fingers. tracing a slow, thoughtless pattern like he’s waiting for you to say something.

he exhales, sharp. “love, what exactly am I doing?”

“apologizing,” you bend closer. barely an inch, but enough that the air between you feels warmer, “..because you feel bad?”

his fingers tighten — just a little — before they smooth over again, sliding down to the ends of yours, holding on like he’s considering it. “I don’t.”

you raise a brow, irritated now. “no?”

he sighs, long-suffering, but doesn’t let go. if anything, his grip shifts, trailing down until he’s holding onto the end of your sleeve instead, brushing over your knuckles, still here, despite how tired he looks.

you press, voice softening, teasing though expectant. “do you feel bad at all?”

there’s barely a second joining the words and the way he moves — your back meets the kitchen counter with his hand around your waist, breath against your lips when he murmurs, “I do.”

his fingers slipping under your shirt at your hip as he exhales, words slipping out on your mouth:

“I’m,” kiss. “so-” kiss. “so.” kiss. “sorry,” kiss. “baby.”

you laugh into it, fingers curling into his sweater, breathless in a way you’re sure he notices. he pulls back to see the look on your face — the one that means you know you’ve won.

and for once, nanami doesn’t argue.

Hi! I was just wondering if you were up for writing the hate me, with Rin Itoshi but reversed? Like him being the innocent one???😭

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.ᐟhate me, more

.ᐟcw: dub-con, eat out, Cunnilingus, black mail

Prev. Hate me

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒? (𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒) 𝐴𝑑𝑑, 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡, 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒 ('𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒)" - 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

･･ꕀ𖧷

“Rinnie you’re such a fucking pervert, huh?” you said, sitting on top of one of the desks, legs crossed. He looked up from his work, staring at you in confusion. Why were you even talking to him. You knew he hated your guts 

“What?” he repeated, his face twisting into a scowl. 

“Don’t think i didn’t see you gawking at my tits during class” you smirked, catching him off guard. His face turned a deep shade of red, he looked down at his desk making you laugh.

“So it’s true, huh? Oh my god, you’re such a freak” you were hoping for some major reaction, not for him to ignore you. You were being pretty loud considering the class was empty and no one was in the halls. 

“Hey.. you want me to keep quiet about this?” he looked at you, his face was pissed but he clearly couldn’t say anything. All he did was give a slight nod of his head.

“Then get on your knees infront of me” 

He looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the he-”

“Or everyone finds out, rin itoshi, the famous soccer star is a complete pervert who stares at girls chest while they’re distracted.” his jaw clenched, it’s like you could hear his teeth cracking from the mere pressure. You lips tilted up as he pushed himself away from the desk, walking towards you and getting on the ground infront. 

“Want me to apologize or what” he said, fist clenched, glaring up at you through his lashes. 

“No, i want you to..” you spread your legs apart infront of him, leaning down to grab a handful of his silky hair and pulling his head back, making him hiss “use that pretty tongue of yours and make me cum” 

It’s like he heard a ghost, his face was pale, wides blown wide. What reaction was he supposed to make? 

“W-what..” rin wasn’t completely innocent but he had never done anything sexual, hell, he never even held anyone’s hand other than his brothers. So being told to eat someone out and that someone being you was not something he wanted to hear.

“Go on, dig your face in your fuckin perv, ik you’ve been dreaming about this” you hesitated for a moment, before thinking about what could happen if you told everyone. 

He groaned before slowly leaning in, placing his hands on your plump thighs to keep them pushed apart. You knew this was going to happen so you had removed your panties from before hand. 

He moved your tiny skirt out the way, pressing his soft lips against your dripping cunt. He wanted to laugh at how inexperienced he was. 

“You gotta use your tongue, rin rin” you chuckled. Rin’s face turning a deeper shade of red than it already was. 

His tongue came in contact with your clit, swirling around your folds, the mixture of slick and his saliva created a messy substance. 

“Put your face in his, rin itoshi” you said, grabbing him by the back of his head and shoving him up against it. His tongue slipped passed your entrance making you throw your head back, groaning out in pleasure. He gasped, picking up the pace. His fingers dug into your thighs. The sounds of him slurping, swallowing, tongue running around your wet cunt echoed in the empty class. 

You bit down on your tongue, suppressing your moans. 

Your hand tugging at his silky soft hair. 

“Fuck fuck, rin, keep doing that” was this really his first time? It felt too good. His lips pressed against you, saliva dripping down his chin. His let out a high pitched moan, pushing his face deeper in as you came around his tongue. He choked at the lack of oxygen, pulling back when you finally let you. Your chest moved as you breathed heavily at that toe curling orgasm. 

When you composed yourself, you smirked at rin’s disheveled appearance. You leaned down to wipe his face with the back of your hand. Your lips grazed his, pressing a soft subtle kiss onto them which was more shocking for rin than everything that had just happened. 

“Good boy. Now get out of my sights and fix that boner of yours” 

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.ᐟcw: vulgar language, dark jokes, crack

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🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / nighttime call w shigs / a day with tomu

checkpoint;

nighttime call w shigs

cw; none, just a scene between shigs and reader that showcases their dynamic a bit, not a specified point on the timeline, counts as a behind the scenes, no spoilers to the canon plot, written portion under the texts

“hello?” you answer the call with a hushed tone, aware that keigo is asleep down the hall.

“hey flowey, you doing alright?” shigs’ own deep voice comes through the speaker, raspy as if he hasn’t used it in a few hours.

“not really, just feeling kind of down i guess. i don’t know what it is.” you shrug even if he can’t see you.

“yea i know. you wanna talk or just sit in silence for a while?” his voice makes you sleepy and you aren’t ready for that yet.

“can we sit in silence for a bit?” you reposition your body so you’re lying comfortably on your side, your phone plugged in and resting on the pillow next to your head.

“you just want to listen to the sound of my breathing, don't you freak?” his attempt at cheering you up makes you smile softly.

“no, i’m just not ready to talk yet.” you laugh lightly and hear a faint chuckle from him.

“alright, we can do silence, just talk when you’re ready.” at his answer you both fall into a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.

every few minutes, shigs breathing shifts and you wonder if he’s managed to fall asleep. the light outside is still dark but as the time on your phone strikes 6:30am, you know the sun will be rising soon.

“you still awake?” the softness of his voice startles you and you blink your eyes open with a hum.

“yea, can’t sleep still.” you snuggle deeper into the blankets hoping the warmth will lull you to sleep.

“can i ask you something?” you hear him shuffling for a bit before a switch clicks and a faint ‘suck my dick spinner’ sounds somewhere in the background and he sighs deeply.

“yea, go ahead and was that your roommates?” you hold back a giggle as he lets out another sigh when the words from before are followed by ‘fuck you too dabi’.

“why don’t you show your face on stream?” his words make you pause, a memory flashing quickly in your mind before hiding away again.

“why don’t you?” you counter strike and his laughs.

“fair point.” you can hear his pc booting up and your brows furrow together.

“are you not planning on sleeping at all?” you whisper as you hear keigo’s door open and shut.

“probably not if those two are up, i’ll be okay though. i might just stream for a while until i get tired enough to sleep.” you think he opens an energy drink if the cracking and fizzing sound is anything to go by.

“will you stay on the phone with me?” it’s a soft plea, one that has his breath catching in his throat as the words leave your lips.

“yeah, i’ll stay on the phone with you. i’ll be on mute though.” he explains, you hum in agreement and sink further into your pillows.

“but seriously, why not at least show me?” he brings the conversation back to the topic you were trying to avoid, you both hate and love how easily he reads you.

“i don’t know shigs, i get anxious i guess. that people will judge me, and i know i shouldn’t care about that but i do. what if they think i’m ugly?” you sigh and it’s quiet on his end for enough time to make you feel anxious.

“do you think i would judge you?” he finally speaks up, his keyboard clicking in the background.

“well no but,” you pause trying to find the right words, “i’m just scared i’m not pretty enough.” you finally say before yawning slightly. the line goes quiet again, and your nerves spike once more.

“if your face is half as pretty as your voice is then you have nothing to be afraid of.” his words reach your ears with a heaviness you didn’t know whispers could possess.

and as your eyes finally flutter close to embrace the sleep that evaded you, heat flames your cheeks and you find yourself smiling brightly.

“thank you shigs.” you hear his throat vibrate with a hum in acknowledgment.

“goodnight flowey.”

a dreamless sleep consumes you right as the sun crests over the horizon, welcoming the start of a new day.

checkpoint; nighttime call w shigs, data saved!

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Chapter 05.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : Drinking. Mentions of alcohol. Violence. Reader is hit on by someone.

Kaminari grinned as he pushed the door to the bar open. His hand tightly gripping that of his girlfriends he meets your gaze. “You and Bakugo go sit wherever you want. I’ll take this one-” He motions to the brunette standing next to him - who giggles at his antics, a soft pink flushing against her cheeks. “To get us some drinks.” Denki muses happily, nudging the girl closer to him with a quiet, “C’mon babe, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

Bakugo scoffs and rolls his eyes at one of his friend’s antics. It was irritating enough that Denki and the rest of his friends were all trying to play cupid with the both of you but the looks you were giving him during the whole car ride here wasn’t helping with their, “Shipping fuel.” Bakugo swore if he had to read more fanfiction of you both - courtesy of Mina - he might commit first degree murder.

And then there was Denki’s fucking questions during the trip to the bar.

“So [Name], what do you think about Bakugo?”

“Fake dating must be so hard. Why don’t you both - oh I dunno, start dating for real! Then you won’t struggle with keeping the act up!”

Shut up dunce face oh my god shut up.

And it really wasn’t helping that you were conveniently wearing the same perfume tonight - that you were wearing on the night of the gala. 

The one that made him feel like he was drowning in you. 

In your presence.

“Why are you just standing there?” Your voice broke Bakugo out of his train of thought, “You were the one that wanted to make our relationship seem more ‘realistic’ and decided it would be a good idea to accept Kaminari’s invitation to go on a double date.” You crossed your arms over your chest and Bakugo rolled his eyes at your sass.

“Yea, I did. And you know as well as I do, that this shit will help us in the fucking hero ranks. So maybe you should stop acting like such a fucking brat and let me take you out on this…” He caught himself before he could say the word.

A date.

“...day out.” 

Bakugo finished, a soft red creeping up his neck as he averted his eyes.

You snorted and shook your head. “Nice save.” You grinned, punching him lightly on the chest. “C’mon. Where do you wanna sit?” You pulled the door open for him. “Oh excuse my manners.” You bowed at him and hummed. “Ladies first.” 

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stepped inside, looking around at the bar as you followed at his heels. “Over there.” He pointed to a corner which looked secluded enough, he just prayed that nobody would disturb any of you. 

It was annoying enough dealing with crazy fans while he was on duty, but it was even more annoying when he had to deal with them in public. 

At least when he was working he could deflect the clingy fuckers under the guise that he was on the clock - which by any means wasn’t wrong. He was on the shift! People should know better than to bother a hero that was working.

But here?

It was fair game. He couldn’t push them away unless he wanted to drop in the ranks even further, and seeing that Bakugo was doing this whole fake dating shtick to keep himself from falling in the ranks in the first place - if he yelled at his fans he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his PR manager. 

“You’re thinking again.” Your voice sounded bored as the both of you sat down facing each other.

Bakugo met your eyes and his eyebrows furrowed. “What am I supposed to do? Stop thinking?” 

You rolled your eyes with a snort.

“Honestly? That sounds like a dream to be honest.” 

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

Silence stretched between the both of you. But it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was actually kind of nice.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Dunce face and his girl should be back soon. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Bakugo muttered, pushing himself out of his seat and walking to the otherside of the bar, disappearing in the mob of people.

Now, by yourself you decided to take in your surroundings and listen in onto a group of three girls sitting from a table across you.

“So Kenzie. It’s a Friday night, any plans for the weekend?” The first girl looked at the other with a grin.

“I dunno Ari… Sammie and her boyfriend were planning on taking me to see him soon so maybe that?” The second girl looked at the third who shrugged.

“When Keigo isn’t so busy I think that would be a good idea. Your man does get a little lonely by himself all day don’t you think?” The third girl - Sammie spoke up before turning her attention to Ari.

“So… what about you and your man?”

The first girl grew clearly embarrassed at this mention of her ‘man’, a bright red blush flushing up her neck as she stammered out excuses about how she was unable to meet her “number one hero” that week.

A smile tugged at your lips.

So she’s Deku’s mystery girl. Maybe I should talk to him about her some time.

“Hey there, pretty thing.”

A sleazy voice calls out from your side and you look up. The man standing over you must be at least fifteen - maybe twenty years older than you? He was clearly drunk too, sporting a bright red blush and an obvious stumble in his steps.

“Leave me alone.” You mumbled, looking away.

“Awe c'mon babe! Don’t be a buzzkill.” He slurred, tipping his head forehead as he reached for your hand.

You slapped it away and glared. “I said I’m not interested. Piss off. Do you not know who the fuck I am?” You shot back, sure using your quirk on civilians was definitely not allowed, surely you could have done something here. Maybe scare the freak off or something.

“Are we having a fucking problem here.” 

Bakugo’s voice came out strained as his ruby eyes glared at you and the man looming over you. He stared at the way the man tried grabbing your hand and how uncomfortable you looked.

“And who the fuck might you be?” The man stared at Bakugo, it was so obvious he was out of it. The whole bar had gone silent as the crackle and pop of Dynamight’s quirk in his palms echoed around the establishment.

“I’m their fucking boyfriend.” He hissed. People had begun to pull out their phones and record the whole ordeal. You yanked your hand out of his grip and practically scrambled to Bakugo’s side - seeking comfort against his warmth.

A familiar and warm hand was placed on your shoulder.

I’ve got you.

“Beat it bitch. Before I tear you a new fucking asshole.”

The man decided the hassle would be too much as he mumbled a half-assed apology under his breath and slinked away. The small crowd disperses, going back to doing what they were before the whole scuffle.

“Are you okay?” Bakugo whispered as you sighed.

“Yea… I got it under control though. You didn’t have to save me y'know?” You grumbled. Sure you were grateful for his help but he didn’t need to know that.

Bakugo snorted and shook his head. “Right. Under control.” 

“I did!” You protested, a grin on your face. Bakugo chuckled. "Just... sit down. Idiot." he sighed, shaking his head.

"So rude." You huffed, sitting back down. "When is Kaminari getting back?" You asked, looking around for the other blond. 

Bakugo turned his head and jutted his thumb out to a slightly buzzed Kaminari draped over his girlfriend's shoulder.

"Speak of the devil." 

Bakugo grinned.

You grinned back.

-

The city lights melded and meshed together in a whirl of colour. You stared longingly out of the sports car's window.

You had fun tonight. With Bakugo.

It was strange, that was for sure, you never thought that you would be enjoying the presence of the Katsuki Bakugo in your life like ever.

But you had fun tonight, sure most of it was to just make the headlines and show off to the press but at one point, the thought of your ranking had slipped from your mind and you began enjoying yourself. 

“Where to from here?” Bakugo’s voice was soft, and you snapped out of your train of thought, observing your surroundings. 

“Uhhh… next left and it should be the third one on the right.” You mumbled as Bakugo pulled the car to a slow stop at the red light.

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, clearly deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your voice broke him out of his train of thought and Bakugo shrugged. “Stuff.” He mumbled. “Did you have a good time?”

You nodded, looking back out at the window. “Yea. Did you?”

“I did.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. For what I said.” You mumbled as Bakugo stepped on the gas, his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“The night of the gala. I said I hated you? That was a lie.” 

Bakugo’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“I don’t hate you. Hate is too much of a strong word. I’d say dislike is too strong of a word too. There are some things you do that piss me off but I wouldn’t say I hate you… y’know?” You shrugged.

Bakugo nodded, swallowing.

“I never hated you either.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling up to your driveway.

You paused, before turning your head to meet his gaze. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head. “Nah. You were annoying as fuck but I never hated you.”

A small smile creeped onto your face and Bakugo silently thanked his lucky stars that it was dark out, lest you see the blush that would creep onto his cheeks.

“Well then. Truce?” You stuck your hand out.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching out for your hand. “Truce.” 

You grinned.

Bakugo grinned back.

-

“You do have a bit of an ego though. Might wanna get that checked out if you wanna be the number one.” You shrugged, sliding your key into your door.

Bakugo stared at you and frowned. “You’ve got an ego too bitch. Don’t fuckin’ play with me.”

“Bitch??”

“Do you wanna go? Right here?”

“I’ll fuckin’ body you even in this outfit.”

“You’re so on.”

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────⋆⋅☆ Chase ! Lust for Love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, stripper!reader x street racer!otoya, overly dramatic scenes, extra long, lap dance, money

Next: full speed | 03 or love less lust | 2.5 Prev: fell in lust | 01

"I pray the medication slow me down But that shit doesn't work when you're around" - lust by chase Atlantic

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2

Its been weeks and for some reason, you’re still thinking about that mysterious man who came in, kiss you like he’s your prince charming and dipped after paying a literal mortgage. 

You came to the club every day, even on days when you didn’t work, just so maybe, maybe you could see him again. 

You hated how he so quickly bought you off. Unlike other men who were stingy with their money, he wasn’t. That man was… different. 

Which was obviously dangerous for you, so you decided not to think too deeply about it. 

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, the pads of your fingers grazing over your lips where he devoured you. 

“Yn! Your time to shine, princess, get on stage,” one of the other girls said, giving you a thumbs up, you smiled at her, walking up on stage to perform for hungry men. 

─⋆⋅☆

“What happened to otoya?” Chigiri asked, lighting his cigarette up using a black lighter. he was leaning against the hood of his car, watching the competitors for today line up at the starting line. 

“He’s going crazy over some chic” Karasu said, throwing an arm around otoya, who had his head dropped into his hands.

“It’ll be okay, i’m sure your Cinderella will find her way back to you”

“Wasn’t it the prince who found her?”

“Shut up, chigiri” karasu scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever needed a woman as bad as i need her” otoya groaned, his fingers laced in his hair, tugging at the roots. 

“This is so shocking, considering you never think twice about the women you’ve hooked up with.”

“We didn’t even hook up!” he cried out, throwing his head back like he’s having some sort of tantrum. Chigiri just looked away, not wanting to keep up with his dramatic ass. 

Karasu laughed, patting his back.

“It’s okay, man. Don’t cry” he teased the poor guy, getting an elbow in the ribs. 

“I haven’t even had time to go back to the club. This stupid shit has kept me so busy and then I had to help out bachira with some business he had with his plug” he said, dropping down, his body went thud against the car. 

“Dude..” Chigiri stared, rubbing his forehead. 

“Karasu, bring that sorry piece of shit, let’s go find his girl” otoya sat up in seconds, smiling like a 6 year old who just got handed a big ass lollipop. 

They all went to the club but Otoya was the only one who watched the dancers intently, hoping one of them was you. Karasu and chigiri went to take shots. 

It was unfortunate that he arrived at the club right after your shift finished. He tried looking around, even asking some of the other strippers, he didn’t know your name but tried his best to describe you from his hazy memory. 

“No, sorry, i have no clue who you’re talking about” Some blonde apologetically smiled at him before she left as well. 

This continued for well over another week until finally. Finally, when he was about to walk out of the club, giving up, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He knew it was you, it was the same way you caught his attention for the first time. 

Otoya was frozen for a second before he watched you get on stage. The loud music thrummed against every surface of the club, the bass could be felt in the floors. 

The way you danced around the pole was mesmerizing. He just stared in awe. Not tearing his eyes away even for a single second. 

Your thighs were wrapped around the pole as you gracefully landed on your feet. 

He watched as you left the stage. 

Last time, you declined to give a lap dance. Maybe he would’ve gotten denied again. Or maybe.. Just maybe.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair before walking out. 

You on the other hand, saw him. When you were dancing around the pole, you got a glimpse of that green hair and you knew it was him. 

You had been seeing him for the past few days. But every time he would show up, you’d either leave early or change your dance shift with someone else. 

You wanted to see him, but at the same time, you were scared. What if he asked for a private dance again or what if he’s too pushy? He’s been coming non-stop for almost 11 days now. It’s driving you mad. Is he mad? Maybe. 

And again, the next day he was back. He did tell himself it would be the last time before he moved on but when he saw you again, calm expression, the glitter on your skin and hair shimmering under the neon lights. He couldn’t hold himself back. 

This time, you made eye contact with him. You stared at him while you danced, all the way until you were walking off the stage again. 

A part of you was hoping he’d come back, follow you backstage, and talk to you, but to your surprise, he doesn’t. You’re confused; you came around at the front, and once agai,n he was gone. You scoffed in annoyance, rushing up to the front door. Before you could step out, you collided with someone’s chest.

You looked up and, oh wow, speak of the devil and the devil makes an appearance, or however the saying goes. 

Ugh, he was such a prick. Why was he playing with you like this? 

You pushed yourself back, noticing his hand was on your waist to keep you from falling. Otoya, on the other hand, looked like he just won the lottery, though he didn't need it. 

“You ok-” 

“What the hell is your problem?” your voice coming out a bit louder than necessary. You glared up at him and he seemed just as confused as the bouncer who was eavesdropping. 

“What..?”

“What do you want?” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

He smirked, laughing under his breath before leaning down to whisper against your ear, “i want you, but I don't think you’re gonna let me have that.” 

You shake your head, and he just shrugs, “What can i say? You’ve been on my mind since that kiss. can’t forget you.” 

If you truly decided to be honest with yourself, he was also on your mind, he’s been on your mind, and you couldn’t stop thinking of him. Every time you saw him, you held back because you wanted to run up to him, kiss him again, maybe even give him that dance that he wanted. 

You knew he was toying with you; he was a player, and that’s all they do. But the way his eyes undressed you, not leaving a single inch of your body unseen, made you feel more naked than you already were. 

You didn’t want a man like him; they were trouble and on that note, you wanted something that would last, something that was real, raw, something you wouldn’t find in this generation. 

You saw a white Acura NSX behind him with green accents and a neon green underglow. 

“Is that yours?” You asked, finally breaking the silence. 

He nodded, turning to look in your direction. 

“You like it? Wanna ride?” He grins, leaning in beside you. 

You felt your face heat up, moving away from him.

“I'm still working.” 

“You need money?” 

“I'll end up getting fired, idiot.” 

“Let's see, that your manager?” He asked. Pointing to the girl talking to the bartender. You nodded, and he was quick to walk over, sliding beside her. 

You couldn't hear what he was saying, but she was laughing. he pointed in your direction, and she smiled, agreeing to something.

What? It was that easy? 

He jogged back, grabbing you by your wrist and dragging you out. 

“Wait, wait! I need to change, I can't leave like this” You pushed him back. He sighed, taking off his bomber jacket and putting it over your shoulders. 

“There. Better? And don't worry, we won't Be getting out of the car so don't worry about below the waist.” He grinned, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you towards his car. He opened the door for you, letting you sit inside. 

You couldn't see but you swore your face was red. Why was he like this? 

He sat in the driver’s side. The engine roared to life beneath you, drowning out all the noise in the outside world.

It made you realize something: you may not be able to handle the man otoya eita was. 

You were pushed back as Otoya stepped on the gas. 

You fixed his jacket, slipping your arms into the holes and wrapping it around your body. 

You were about to speak up when you realized you still hadn’t asked for his name. 

“Your name. What is it?” 

He eyed you, smirking, pushing his hair back.

“Name’s otoya eita, but you can call me yours, babe.” You scoffed at his audacity, trying to keep a straight face.

“You’re so..so-”

“Hot? I know, but i appreciate the compliment.” 

“Idiot..” you heard him chuckle, dropping his hand from the wheel to your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, staring down at the hand as he squeezed the soft flesh. 

The cool wind ran through your hair as the tires screeched. 

“How did you have that kind of money?” 

He grinned, drumming his fingers against your thigh. 

“I race” 

“Oh like… f1-”

“Illegally for money”

You eyed him, going quiet. Is that what he meant when he said he couldn’t write you a check? You nodded, acting like you understood. 

“You followed me”

“I did?” 

“You came to club almost every day.” 

“Oh so you were watching me, yeah?” you nudged his shoulder, laughing

“Get outta here, you're so full of yourself,” he laughed, his smile spread across his face, you could feel your heartbeat speed up. 

“I mean, what can i say? You’ve been on my mind since you turned me down, baby” 

“Uh-huh, anything else you wanna say that makes you seem more like a player than you already are?”

“Can we kiss again?”

What?

You wanted to laugh, but he looked dead serious. The car came to a halt, and you looked around to se brought you to some cliffside area. You didn’t answer; you stepped out the car, making your way forward and placing your hand on the railing.

Wow. it was beautiful, the city looked so small, neon colours and bright yellow lights scattered everywhere. Like ou stood on top of the world.

“It’s pretty.”

You whispered, gasping when otoya’s warm breath hit your nape.

“Isn’t it? It’s my little hideout.” 

‘Pfft, hideout? Are you some sort of villain?” 

“Nahh I'm actually a ninja in disguise.”

“Oh my god, shut up, I’m totally so turned on right now” you joked. both of you stared at each other before bursting out laughing. 

“You’re the first person i brought here.”

“Liar” 

“if i wanted to lie, I’d do it about something that would make you fall for me even harder.” his expression was calm, and his eyes were telling the truth. 

“Why’d you bring me here?” 

“Because it’s beautiful like you.” 

You sighed, leaning back onto the railing. Otoya stood in front of you; he hooked a finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

“You look good in my jacket.” you pout, relaxing yourself. 

“Kiss me.” You didn’t need to tell him twice; he was leaning down, capturing your lips with his, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He tugged at your lower lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moaned as his hands trailed down, groping your ass over the jacket.

“Can I have that lap dance now?” 

You sighed, rolling your eyes, pushing him back until his back came in contact with the front of his car.

“Get in.” not surprising he was gonna get rejected. He kissed his teeth sitting in the driver's seat. 

“I’ll drop you off, yeah?” He was a little quiet, placing his hands on the wheel when the driver’s side door opened. He flinched when you entered, climbing onto his lap, shutting the door. 

“Music?” you asked, tilting your head. Otoya stared at you for a series of seconds before snapping back to reality. He turned up the music, placing his hands on your hips. 

You moved your hips, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath you. he sighs, throwing his head back. He’s never like this, he feels like he’s in high school going through puberty again. 

His boner was poking into your core, you bit down on your lip, leaning in to graze your lips against him. 

“Fuck..” he groaned. The music really set the scene, feeling it vibrate through your bodies. 

“How much?” you pushed yourself back, looking confused

“For?” 

“The dance? It was 150k for the kiss, how much for the dance and an additional 150 for the kiss you gave earlier.” 

What. 

There's no way in hell he could pay you that amount again, plus more. And your question was how does he just have this type of money lying around wherever he goes? is he trying to get robbed?

“I don’t know,” you said because you really didn’t know.

“Let's do 200k for the dance and 150k for the kiss, yeah?” god, how you hated guys who threw around money like it’s paper, it was so hot. 

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A/n: wow he's rich rich. ik this is gonna flop cause otoya underrated asf and this chapter is rlly long but let's see. im gonna write a 2.5 which will include smut (can be read as a standalone)

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