he could've had any woman he wanted, he was a god after all. back then women just didn't interest him. even today he didn't ever find himself particularly attracted to anyone, that was until he met you.

what was it about you?

it honestly frustrated him to no end, he could never quite figure out what it was about you that drove him crazy. by the time you had entered into the culling game he had already garnered 200 points, using 100 of them to add a rule to access player information.

kashimo had set up base for himself in the tokyo bay area and would pick fights with anyone who tried to get past him. the endless search for a thrilling fight was becoming boring, he yearned for a challenge. someone who could finally push back at him and stand a bit of a chance.

his bright cyan hair caught your attention, even from a distance. you watched him, keeping mental notes of how he fought and trying to figure out the best time to attack.

unfortunately for you, kashimo had noticed you too. he saw the way you clung to the shadows when he roamed the area. it was almost like a game to him, he slowly began to creep closer and closer to where you had been hiding. he never quite reached your hiding spot but he could sense the way your heart started pounding when he was near.

"kogane, tell me about the player hiding above the bridge who's been watching me for weeks."

shit. he'd seen you. he's known this whole time.

your breath caught in your throat as you listened to kogane rattle off your details.

player name: y/n l/n colony: tokyo colony number 2 number of points: 184 number of rules added: 0

184 points? who is this person?

kashimo's brain was scrambling for an explanation. he was under the impression that you hadn't been a player for long, but how did you have almost as many points as him? you'd been spending your time stalking him. surely he would've seen you kill enough players to gain 184 points.

since your cover had been blown you decided it was finally time to approach him. you'd spent weeks analyzing the way he fought, but you couldn't push away the nervous feeling that had settled in your stomach. there was no denying he was strong, plus he had 200 points.

if you were being completely honest with yourself... hajime kashimo was incredibly attractive. his bright blue hair, deadly charming grin, and the way he acted so fiercely against his opponents. the thought of him on top of you briefly flickered through your mind, but you quickly shoved that aside.

he was close now, you two stood under the same bridge. however, kashimo moved much faster than you. before you could process what happened, his hand was wrapped around your throat and cold concrete was pressing into your back. he had you fully pinned to the wall underneath the bridge.

"who the hell are you? i've seen you watching me. when the hell did you get 184 points? why are you watching me?" kashimo's voice was a low growl emanating from deep within his chest. his pupils suddenly dilated as your scent filled his nose, it was hypnotic, he felt dizzy.

who are you?

his senses were flooded and his anger slowly diminished. he felt drawn to you, he was having a difficult time holding himself back from burying his head in the crook if your neck and inhaling deeply. god, it was so good.

"you intrigue me. 200 points is impressive, hajime kashimo. i was hoping to fight you, but you've so rudely pinned me against this wall. i thought you wanted a challenge?" your eyes glistened with a mixture of something dangerous and carnal desire.

the rough skin of his fingers felt good against your soft skin as he tightened his grip around your throat, "i've been waiting to fight sukuna, not whoever you are..." he briefly trailed off, "however, i must admit that your ability interests me. you seem rather powerful. maybe you would put up a good fight."

kashimo wore a wicked grin on his face as electricity surged around him. he released you from his grip and held up his fists, surrounded by his electric cursed energy.

as you matched each of his swings, remaining perfectly undamaged and unbothered, he noticed a dull aching settling in between his legs. blood redirected itself to flow into his rapidly hardening dick.

your eyes flicked down to his crotch, taking in the developing tent in his pants, and back up to his eyes, to his lips, and back to his eyes. it was easier for you to conceal, but you were feeling the exact same way.

"so... have you ever even been with a woman?" you asked, hoping your teasing would further rile him up.

with a slight smirk he stared at your lips before forcing his gaze to meet your eyes. your guard was temporarily down and he took the opportunity to strike, pinning you back against the wall. he hungrily captured your lips in a kiss and brought his knee up between your legs, hoping you would grind down on him.

his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him and eliciting needy whines from you. your clit throbbed and you pressed your hips down onto his thigh in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. he greedily drank down every whine, whimper, and moan he drew out of you. his open mouth messily worked over yours and his hands trailed down your body.

he scratched and squeezed any exposed skin he could find, until he finally found your breasts. lucky for him, you hadn't put a bra on under your loose fitting top. he was easily able to start kneading your tits, occasionally pinching and twisting your nipples.

kashimo's lips found your neck, sucking dark marks into your pulse point and inhaling your scent. he couldn't think anymore, his brain completely full of you. it was infuriating and exciting all at once.

shameless need flooded through your body while you rolled your hips against his still clothed leg. warmth started to build up in your abdomen. were you really going to cum from dry humping like a horny teenager?

his tongue swiped across your skin, savoring the vaguely salty taste before he bit down. a load groan escaped him as he trailed bites down your neck and shoulder.

he grabbed your shirt, "let's get this off. now." he demanded, ripping your shirt off.

temptation immediately overtook him as he buried his head between your tits. he couldn't control himself, his mind seemingly took over by his hormones. tongue and teeth explored your chest before he finally found your nipple. his lips wrapped around it, sucking it in and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. he kneaded your other breast with his free hand.

kashimo's other hand was occupied with slipping past your waistband into your panties. he cupped your pussy with his large palm, feeling how much you were dripping for him.

"god. you infuriate me." he growled.

you took your hand and placed two of your fingers under his chin, guiding him up to meet your eyes. "do i? you seem like you're enjoying this, hajime." your voice dripped his a false sweetness when you said his name which only served to piss him off even more.

two of his fingers pushed past your entrance with minimal struggle due to your arousal. he watched as your face contorted with shock and pleasure, "don't push me." he set a brutal pace with his fingers, leaving you squirming for him.

you batted your eyelashes, pulling an expression of faux innocence, "what if i wanted to push you? you're not nearly strong enough to reach my limits."

lightning flashed in his eyes, "i'll show you what i can do. don't cry when you can't take it anymore." kashimo was fired up in a way he'd never felt before. he needed to break you. he needed to see you fall apart and come undone for him.

a third finger joined the other two stretching your cunt. the wet sounds from your arousal echoed through the open area with each pump of his fingers.

"don't- don't worry. you won't be able to make me cry." you choked your words out between moans, already feeling humiliated. your orgasm was building up faster than you'd like. he scissored his fingers to further stretch out your tight walls, pressing them against your sweet spot. he couldn't get enough of the way you clenched around him every time he hit that spot, imagining how it would feel around his painfully hard dick.

kashimo pulled his fingers out of you, loving how the new empty sensation made you whine. "i'm getting sick of your attitude." he slapped your pussy over your clothes before hastily ripping them off. the sting of his slap made your entire body jolt and you held back a moan, you couldn't let him see how this affected you.

he made quick work of removing his robes, relishing in the way you admired his nude body. his abs were lightly defined, the six muscles tensing when your fingers brushed against his stomach. his arms were nicely built, all the major muscles were defined but not overly so.

noticeable beads of pre-cum had gathered on the flushed tip of his cock. several veins ran up the length of his shaft, which stood at a solid 6.5 inches. he was pale, but the tip was a blooming red color from his pent up frustration and arousal.

with one swift movement he bent you over so your hands were anchored against the wall. cold air hit your pussy as kashimo spread your ass cheeks apart. he slapped your exposed pussy again, "just remember that you asked for this."

he stroked himself a few times and lined himself up with your pussy. his hand met your ass with a sharp slap sound as he pushed himself into you. his cock felt so thick as he gave everything to you, inch by inch. the stretch felt deliciously good.

when he bottomed out you felt so full, his hips flush with yours.

"haji-" you started to cry out before he clamped his hand over your mouth. "be quiet and take it."

his pace was fast, unforgiving. he wasn't just pounding into you, but he made sure to periodically adjust the angle of his hips to increase the sensation for you.

kashimo brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing small circles with his thumb. wanton cries bubbled up your throat, threatening to escape.

a short zap met your clit, momentarily shocking you. the bastard had used his electric cursed energy on you.

you could hear the smirk in his voice as he taunted you, "you liked that? you're filthy." before you could respond he let another spark of his cursed energy flow through his finger against your clit. the knot of pleasure in your core was tightening, ready to snap at any moment. you writhed around in his hold, helplessly babbling his name.

"what happened to your attitude? poor thing... all you needed was some dick to shut you up." his words pissed you off, but you couldn't think clearly, let alone speak cohesively. the head of his cock was kissing your sweet spot with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to your anticipated release.

"s-so close, hajime."

he brought his head close to your neck again, your scent stronger as your climax approached. his thrusts started to become sloppy, mindlessly fucking you in reach of his own orgasm.

the knot in your core finally snapped, orgasmic bliss washing over you. your walls spasmed around him which pushed him over his own edge. holding yourself up became a challenge as your entire body shook from the pleasure and blossoming soreness from the stretch of his dick.

you could feel warmth filling you as he unloaded sticky ropes of his release inside you. his cock remained in place and he watched as cum dripped out around him.

his hands felt secure around your waist as he flipped you around to face him and pulled you down onto a neatly folded pile of blankets that he used as a makeshift bed. he pulled you onto his lap, helping position your cunt in line with his still hard cock.

"ride it. show me how desperate you are for me." he snarled out, greedily pulling your body down.

you rolled your hips, bouncing up and down on him. he gently guided you with one hand on your waist. the other played with your nipples, occasionally sending jolts of electricity through you.

a burning sensation was filling your thighs and your pace slowed.

stinging shot through your neck as kashimo's teeth connected with your skin and he grumbled, "is that all you can do? i thought you'd do better than this."

you pushed him down and anchored your hands on either side of his head, your tits hanging down into his face. the new support allowed you to speed back up, using him to feel good. your lips hung open with your head tilted back, soft whines and cries coming from you. this position made him feel so much deeper.

you were reduced to a cock drunk mess as you fucked yourself on him. cumming was the only thing on your mind.

"pathetic, honestly. i thought you'd be more of a thrill, but you fall apart so easily." he knew his words would provoke you, that's why he said it. he was hoping to push you past your limits.

kashimo grabbed you and swiftly flipped you around so your back rested against the blankets. his fingers held your hips with a bruising strength. the head of his cock was teasingly resting against your cunt, but he wasn't moving. he was busy admiring how he had marked you up. hickeys and bite marks littered your neck, chest, and thighs.

he gave no warning as he shoved himself back inside you. his tongue connected with your neck and several growls flowed from his mouth. your cunt clenched around him, driving him insane. he was dizzy from the feeling of your pussy and the sweet aroma of your skin.

his hips snapped against yours, the sensation becoming too much. tears welled up in your eyes and started to spill down your cheeks.

swallowing your pride you cried, "haa– hajime. it's too much." tears were now freely pouring down your face; however, his rhythm did not falter.

"it's not too much, shhhh. you can take it, remember you said you wouldn't cry. you said i wasn't strong enough. you kept pushing me." he sounded sickeningly sweet as he spoke. his thumb gently swiped across your cheek, wiping the tears away. "poor girl... just take it for me, okay?"

you nodded helplessly, trying to choke back the tears but they wouldn't stop. your senses were all in overdrive, completely taken over by kashimo.

he was relentless, fully chasing after the thrill of finally being able to put you in your place and diminish your attitude. this was giving him what he had been looking for since reincarnating. this may not be a battle, but your defiance was enough to push back at him and allow him the thrill of the chase. his desires for someone to challenge him had been satiated at last.

kashimo brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles onto the sensitive nerves. lightning danced around his body, he was unable to control it in this state.

the added stimulation to your clit was enough to bring you to your climax again. your cunt clenched around his cock, twitching inside of you. you were squeezing him so tight it felt like you were milking him dry, his fingers dug into your hips as he released once more.

he rolled to the side as he pulled out, laying back and panting. he was absolutely spent, even intense fights had never left him feeling like this. completely satisfied.

"kogane, transfer 100 points to y/n."

"you got it! 100 points transferred to the player!" kogane's cheerful voice rang out.

your eyebrows shot up and you gave him a look of confusion.

"i've lost. my points are yours now. do what you will with them." he admitted, a slight hint of defeat in his voice.

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And the way Hakari leans in close, whispering in your ear as he makes eye contact with Kashimo from across the room. The grip on his nyoi staff tightens, causing his knuckles to turn pale. There’s enough couch for the two of you that there’s no need to be sitting so close. The final straw is when he sees Hakari place his hand on your thigh.

“Get out.” Pushing himself off the wall, Kashimo cuts into your conversation abruptly.

You turn your head towards the sound of his voice, brows furrowed, confusion evident in your tone. “What? Kin was just in the middle of telling a story.”

Said man looks over at the ancient sorcerer with that same smug smirk never leaving his face. He tilts his head as his eyes meet the piercing cyan ones that glare back at him. “Yeah, at least let me finish.” He lets out a small chuckle, heavy hand giving your thigh a soft squeeze.

Kashimo isn’t stupid, he’s aware of what Hakari is implying. It only makes that feeling in his chest grow tighter. Walking over to the couch, he comes face to face with the man, sizing him up.

“Get. Out.” he says lowly. The words are steady—final.

Hakari puts his hands up in mock surrender, small grin on his face like he’s not taking this situation seriously. “Hey, I don’t wanna do anything crazy in front of the lady. We can talk this out later.”

And with that, he leaves the monitor room. Which only leaves you and Kashimo in there. The air feels thick, filled with tension that you don’t know how to break—or that you really don’t want to. He turns around, being the first to break the deafening silence. “You will be dealt with right now.” He seems far too calm for what you had just witnessed.

“He was just telling a story. There was no need to get so angry, Hajime.” you argue, voice raised the slightest bit.

“That story includes putting his hands on your body, hmm?” he growls. Grabbing you by the hips, he quickly switches your position causing you to let out a small yelp. Ass now in the air like you’re putting yourself on display for him. “Whispering secrets to each other?”

As if on instinct, you wiggle your hips pushing yourself back against Kashimo’s clothed groin. Your needy pussy already looking for some sort of friction. The tiny shorts you wear ride up, exposing the curve of your ass.

He often forgets that things are different now compared to 400 years ago, more so when it comes to how people dress. But watching you prance around this place in such little clothes is something that he finds himself getting used to—enjoying entirely too much. Kashimo wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into the supple skin. To taste the saltiness on his tongue, mark your pretty body and show Hakari that you’re his.

“It’s normal for friends to get a little touchy, ‘jime,” you whine into the cushions of the couch. Though it wasn’t your intention to make him jealous, you can’t deny how seeing him act this way makes the heat rush straight between your legs.

A calloused hand is placed on the back of your thigh, kneading it like dough. He watches the way some of the plush skin spills through his fingers, like he’s lost in a trance, Hajime can’t seem to tear his eyes away from it. “That stops now,” he says, voice coming out low and controlled. His jaw tightens, the kneading stops with his hand now just resting there—heavy.

“Wh-what…” You lift your head from the cushions, unable to form any coherent thoughts. You poor thing. Your head has already gone hazy just from Kashimo’s wandering hands. He almost feels a bit sympathetic for you. Mocking a small pout, though you can’t even see it from the position you’re in.

Soft crackles of electricity are quick to snap you out of that hazy state. It traces up the back of your thigh, like tiny prickles on your skin, causing goosebumps to rise following its path. The intensity of it drops, yet it doesn’t feel that way when he traces it over your pussy, stopping at your aching clit. The sensation of the tiny sparks of electricity has your legs shaking, feeling like they might give out any second. You’re unable to control the moans that slip past your lips.

The thin fabric of your shorts stretches perfectly over your puffy folds. Pulling it to the side, the cool air hits the sensitive area making you whine. He watches the way you clench around nothing. The thought of stretching and filling you up only makes Kashimo’s cock twitch in his pants, begging for release.

“Say it or I stop. He’s not going to touch you anymore,” he says, voice strained like he’s close to losing every ounce of control left in his body. Thick fingers slowly enter your pussy, they curl deliciously against that sweet spot that has you letting out little mewls. Lewd squelches fill the room, velvety walls trying to milk Kashimo’s fingers like they actually have something to give. You push your hips back further, trying to push his fingers impossibly deeper into your dripping cunt.

“F-fuck! I promise, Hajime!” you cry, desperate to feel more than just his fingers. Good, he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait, needing to feel you wrapped around him. Lowering his pants enough for his aching cock to spring free, the flushed tip leaking shiny beads of precum.

Grabbing himself at the base, he runs the tip over your slit, coating it in your arousal. Kashimo can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him, like he wants to burn this image into his memory. “Hajime, stop teasing mee.” Fuck you sound so pretty whining for him, he really could listen to the little sounds you make all day. He slowly starts to push his cock in, letting you get used to stinging stretch.

He lets out a quiet hiss, already sensitive from the warmth enveloping him. Hips flush against your ass, staying still for a second he lets you get used to the stretch. Though, only a moment later and he’s now setting a brutal pace with sharp, calculated thrusts. Aiming for that sweet spot repeatedly, never giving it a break. Your head feels fuzzy, unable to focus on anything but the way Kashimo pounds your poor pussy. “Please d-don’t stop, ‘jime! Feels so good!” Your load moans fill the room along with the loud slapping of skin on skin.

The thick fabric of his robe is now starting to become uncomfortable, his body feels burning hot, sticky with sweat all over. Pieces of his bangs stick to his face. The thought of your fingers getting tangled in his hair, pulling on it only makes his cock twitch in your warm cunt.

You bury your face in the cushions, loud moans now being reduced to muffled whimpers. Hajime takes notice of this, lowering himself, firm chest now being pressed against your back. Bandage wrapped arms along with striking cyan hair are only things you can make out in your peripheral. A teasing grin painting Hajime’s face. “Getting.. haa.. shy now? Don’t want Kin to hear how good I f-fuck you?” he says through heavy grunts.

Your face burning from the embarrassment of his words. His teasing only makes your walls clench tighter around him, the coil in your tummy growing tighter with each harsh thrust. He fills your senses completely—feeling the way he buries his face in the crook of your neck, heavy panting on your warm skin. “Pretty fuckin’ thing. All mine,” he growls, slowly licking your sweat slicked skin like he wants to savor the salty taste.

A rough hand snakes its way between your thighs, reaching your already sensitive clit. Small whimpers escape past your lips when you feel the soft buzzing of his cursed energy. It’s too much with the way his cock massages your walls, you can feel the way your body is right on that edge that you so desperately want to get over.

“N-ngh Hajime I’m close! Please don’t s-stop!” God, Kashimo might never get used to having something so sweet and soft like you falling apart under him. Wishing he could see your pretty face right now, that fucked out expression with glossy eyes. The thought that it’s him being the reason you let out these pretty whines, his hands that know your body so well—no one else but him.

The coil in your tummy becomes tighter with each thrust that has Kashimo’s cock hitting that spongy spot inside you. His fingers never leaving your throbbing, sensitive clit—it’s overwhelming. Only a few more harsh thrusts from his hips and that coil snaps completely. White, hot pleasure coming over you, your legs going weak unable to keep your hips up any longer. Choked moans leave your lips as your head goes fuzzy from your orgasm.

It’s a pretty sight watching you fall apart on his cock, and it feels even better. The way your walls pulse and flutter around him, soaking his cock in your arousal. “F-fuck-“ Hajime’s hips begin to the stutter, you can feel the heavy twitch of his cock inside you. His breathing gets erratic as he gets closer. With a few deep thrusts he’s cumming, the warmth filling you up. He sinks his sharp teeth into the delicate skin of your shoulder, trying to conceal any whimpers and moans. Like he’s actually never gotten over the embarrassment of it.

That exhausted feeling is soon to come over, your body melting into the cushions. “Hajime… what is your problem?” you ask lazily, that heavy feeling seeping into eyelids as your breathing starts to even out. Maybe you should piss him off more often. That seems to be the only thought crossing your mind right now.

Something between a scoff or a small chuckle makes its way past Kashimo’s lips. He covers you with his robe, making sure you’re comfortable. That idiot Hakari should know that you’re off limits now.