Keii!

bully!toji and quiet!reader…

he makes your life miserable and annoying. Every path you try and take to avoid him never works, always bumping into him on campus. He’s always hanging with his jock and frat friends, making it his entire mission to embarrass you in front of them. He’d accidentally bump into you, the drink in his hand spilling all over your shirt.

“Are you serious?!” You huff. The liquid seeps into the fabric, some even dripping down your legs, creating a sticky residue. “This is a new shirt!”

Him and his friends all laugh, grouped together like a bunch of hyenas, looking to cause chaos. “Oops, I didn’t see you.” He shrugs, tossing the can at your feet. “Color doesn’t suit you anyway.”

Your eyes soften, throat closing up as they all just stare at you and laugh. He has a stupid smug look on his face, staring down at you. Tears well up in your eyes, looking away from them before they noticed, scurrying away to your dorm.

He’s an asshole because one thing his friends don’t know, is every night after toji is done torturing you, making fun of you, laughing in your face, he’s in your dorm room with his dick either down your throat or inside your cunt. He’d be the embarrassed one if his friends found out that the quiet girl is the only person to suck him off this good.

“You mad at me, hm?” He coos, hand entangled in your hair while you suck on him tip. “It was just some juice. Look,” he reached for your stained shirt, bunching it up at your chest so he could get a good view of your tits, “it’s not even that badly stained.”

“You were being mean,” you mumble, blinking up at him through thick lashes as both of your hands jerk his cock in slowly circular motions.

“You got in my way—hah, fuck!” He sucks in breath when he feels your lips wrap around his cock again, his throbbing head hitting the back of your throat. “Why do I always run into you, huh? You stalking me? You fucking freak. I bet you like being humiliated,” he chuckles.

You lift your head, saliva coating your lips. “I’m not! You’re following me!” You protest. “Always looking for ways to ruin my day—mmph!” His grip on your hair tightens as he pushes your head back down, guiding you.

“You talk too fucking much in private, you know that? It’s annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re only good for sucking dick, so shut up and keep it down your throat, yeah?” He bites down on his lip when he hears the sound of your choking on his cock, pushing your head further until your nose is pressed against his pelvis.

You quickly pull away, coughing and gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his tip. Your chest burns as you hold back your tears, lazily stroking his cock as you avoid eye contact with him. But it’s inevitable, sniffling when a tears slips and the corners of your mouth turn down into a frown.

His large hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him no matter how much you resist and try and pull away. “Awe, you crying? You think it’s gonna make me feel bad? Get over yourself,” he scoffs.

“You’re being really mean!” You say through tears. “I didn’t even do anything to you!”

“If I’m being so mean to you, why are you here on your knees stroking my cock right now?” He narrows his eyes at you.

“I hate you—mmph!” He just pushes your head back down again, letting out a blissful sigh. And for some odd reason, you continue to suck him off, swirling your tongue around the head, kissing and licking down his shaft before deep throating him until you’re out of breath.

“Nnngh! Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groans, eyes squeezing shut as he tosses his head back. You stare up at him with teary eyes, watching the way his abdomen flexes and hips twitch the closer his gets. Both of your hands wrap around his length, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his tip, bobbing your head up and down at the same rhythm of your hands. “Fuckkkk!” He grips the back of your head tightly, cumming down at your throat, holding you in place until you’ve swallowed every lost drop.

His chest heaves with every breath as you pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Something inside your chest stirs as you sit there on your knees and he pulls his pants back up. “Hey.” He grips your chin again, staring down at you. “I’m…I’m sorry if I was extra mean today, alright?”

You swat his hand away, standing to your feet. “Just get out.” You turn your back towards him. Toji stands there for a few more seconds before he walks out of your dorm.

When you see him that next morning, he isn’t with his friends like usual, instead he’s just sitting on a bench doing…nothing. You try to hurry past him, pretend like you don’t see him, but he’s quick to jump in your way, blocking your path.

“Please, I’m gonna be late.” You try and move around him, but he doesn’t let up, grabbing onto your wrists. “Stop it. For once, please don’t ruin my day,” you sigh, already feeling defeated.

“I wanted to talk with you. Alone.” He’s still holding onto you.

“Not right now.” You’re finally able to pull away. “I’m late,” you sternly say, adjusting your bag over your shoulder and pushing past him. “Go find your friends so you can come up with new way to make fun of me later.”

You’re unsure what the dynamic between you and him is. Why do you even allow it? He was horrible to you, but then again there are time where you can see it—the soft and gentle side of him. Though, it was no excuse to let him treat you the way he does, yet you still let him into you dorm room every night to fuck. Maybe it’s because you want him to finally to show his true self, because you know he’s capable of it. Yet lately, it’s hard to forgive him and you’re wondering if you should leave him behind.

ngl this turned out more angsty than smutty, but I'm still rocking with it hehe