Got Your Nails in my Back Just Like a Sharp Knife (OT9 &Team)
→ Pairing: OT9 &Team x Reader
→ Plot: toxic relationship scenarios with &team
→ Genre: smut (suggestive for Maki), toxic relationships, pet names, piv sex, oral, fingering, back stabbing, manipulation
→ Warnings: drinking, smoking, lots of cursing, blood, cheating (please I do not condone this irl just for the plot),
→ Word Count: 8,876 (each member's part is ~850-1100 words)
→ Notes: i think you all know what this is about. I did a fun little twist on juju's i feel like he doesnt get portrayed like this often 🤭(also a chronic starri case of each member's part getting longer and longer each time)
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You mutter, his grip on your wrist harsh as he pulls you away from the obnoxious crowd.
“What the fuck is your problem?!”
You shake your wrist free after he throws you into what looks like a dusty old coat closet that hasn’t been opened in months. You brush off the visible dust particles clinging to what very little clothing you have on, hand searching the walls for a light switch.
“What the fuck is my problem? My problem is you dancing up on random fucking men when you know you’re with me!”
He scoffs, voice loud over the blaring music but not particularly yelling at you.
“How am I supposed to know that when you let every girl under the sun dance on you? At least I can keep my hands to myself! I don’t grope every person I dance on.”
He pins you against the wall for that, hand firmly resting on your jaw, the scent of alcohol on his breath unpleasantly filling your nostrils.
“I’m not a fucking incel I held one girls’ waist. But were you just dancing on that other guy to make me jealous?”
His smirk is all-telling that he just wants to mess with you. He loves making you mad, loves how you try to handle him knowing that you can’t.
“Me, make you jealous? You let her get on you first! I should really put you in your fucking place.”
You grab a fistful of his shirt, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip as he smirks against your canines. His favorite feeling, better than any alcohol could give him. You. Your raw desire and need to mark what’s rightfully yours so he doesn’t try to pull this shit again. But in a twisted way, this is part of your fun. You know he messes with you like this on purpose so you do it back, knowing it usually results in something like your current situation.
“Fuck baby, show me how angry you really are.”
His hands squeeze at your waist in a bruising grip, pulling you closer as your fronts brush against each other. You move to bite his neck, making extra sure that you’ve left a sizable amount of marks to let everyone know who he belongs to.
His groans fill your ears, manly with a slightly higher pitch at the end, signaling to you that he’s enjoying it more than he’s letting on. He kisses you back with vigor, replacing your teeth in his lip with his tongue on yours. You didn't even need to drink more, the taste of his lips intoxicating enough as your head starts to spin, dizzy at the weight of the kiss.
His hands rock your body against his, feeling his hardening bulge against your clothed clit. You moan, ripping open his white button down shirt in one quick motion and snaking your arms behind his shoulders. He pulls away from the kiss, licking and sucking down your jaw to your neck. He makes quick work of your pants, pulling them down along with your panties as one of your hands unbuttons his jeans. His fingers brush your slit, groaning into your neck at how wet you are.
"Fuck, doll, I knew our arguing turned you on but this is crazy!"
"Just shut up and fuck me before I find somebody else to do it."
You grunt, pulling his pants down and watching them fall to his ankles as you jump into his arms, wincing slightly when your back slams against the oddly warm wall. He slowly drags the tip along your clit and down to your sopping hole, teasing you as he brings his free hand around your neck, applying a little pressure.
"Oh sweetheart, you and I both know you're not gonna find anyone that can have you screaming like this,"
He barely gets the last word out before he sinks himself into you fully, bottoming out without giving you a second to adjust. Your nails dig into his back, a scream he doesn't care to cover escaping your throat and into the small, confined, dusty coat closet. Your moans and whimpers only fuel him further, slamming his hips into you like a wild animal to get you to make those sounds again and again, relishing in the sting of you clawing into his back like an animal yourself.
It doesn't take long for both of you to cum, the alcohol making you both more sensitive. He holds you close as he pulls out, watching your combined releases drip down your thighs and onto the floor beneath you. He stretches his arms and back, wincing at the feeling of the cool air slipping past the opening of his shirt and onto your fresh nail marks.
"Damn baby girl, you left so many marks, there's blood on my shirt. Maybe I should keep it off and let everyone know you did this. You wouldn't mind, right?"
He captures your lips in a hot kiss, one that says this night isn't over just yet.
"Show anyone your naked torso and I'll actually rip you to shreds."
Here you are, in the same situation again and it keeps happening and you don't know how to stop. Like an infinite loop of infidelity that has no "pause" button. But he's just as bad as you are, if not worse. It's not like you're not tired. You're exhausted. Physically, emotionally. But you're addicted. Like a drug so potent you need it to keep you sane. But if anything, he drives you even crazier, like a nightmare wrapped in a cloudy white dream.
This was a new record. 3... 4 hours? You didn't even know what time of day it was or how many orgasms you’d had at this point, the fog on the windows too thick to see outside of them. You couldn't take it anymore, but you needed it. It’s like whenever you’re with him he’s all that you know. The feeling, the pleasure, him. His sweet words whispering in your ear, telling you “it’s gonna be alright, I promise,” only to have you questioning your entire relationship after every encounter.
You say the same thing every time. Almost like a promise to yourself that you have no problem to keep breaking.
“I’m gonna tell her. Tonight. I can’t stop. I can’t keep seeing you in the of the night like this,”
His kisses never cease between his words, dragging from your lips down to the dip between your collar bones.
“Can’t… keep you a secret anymore. Need to have you always…”
Your fingers card through his already disheveled hair, courtesy of you after the last couple of hours. You so badly want to believe what he’s saying, the thought of having to keep your adulterous relationship hidden from the world any longer, driving you mad. You couldn’t deny your feelings for him, you haven’t been able to for a while now.
“Fuma, you always say that—“ your words catch in your throat for a moment as his tongue finds your nipple, flicking at it. “—but you never go through with it… you always… back out…”
His mouth has fully enveloped your nipple, his hands roaming and squeezing every other inch of your body like he has to remind himself that this is real— that you’re real. That this isn’t just some dream he can wake up to with no consequences. He was ready to face what it meant coming clean to his wife about his affair. He had to make sure he was actually feeling you, that his feelings for you were real, that he wasn’t just destroying his mental health and his marriage for nothing.
“I promise. Today is the day. I can’t be away from you anymore. I’m so madly in love with you…”
His words are enough to reintroduce the wetness between your legs, thighs clenching around him as your hips involuntarily grind against his hardening length for the nth time this dusk. The groans that fall from his lips go straight to your core, the need for him growing more by the millisecond. Though this time, you want to savor the feeling of neediness.
“It’s killing me. Not being able to call you mine, let the world know how much I need you, it’s killing me.”
He lifts you up carefully, pulling away from your chest with a string of saliva attaching himself to you still, before slowly guiding you down his length again. You grip his shoulders for support, head thrown back while your back arches so deliciously for him he has to resist the urge to completely ravage your chest. Your moans are quietly pushed past your lips. This time is different. It’s not as rough as before. It’s like Fuma was pouring his heart and soul into his thrusts, slow and gentle, calm yet claiming. The sweat beading all down your body as the car heated up to what felt like a million degrees, with every drag of his cock against your walls and fingers along your skin feeling like a trail of flames erupting through your body. This was the addicting feeling that kept you sneaking out of your shared apartment with your boyfriend every other night.
He halts his movements, silently telling you to keep moving, mouth agape and out of breath as you continue where he left off, rotating your hips against him, hitting deeper angles. The whimpers falling from his mouth as his overstimulated yet rock hard length continues to drill into you, the way you lick along his lips, capturing his gasps within your own, he wouldn’t dare give this up for the world.
“If you… tell her today… I'll tell my boyfriend it's over…”
You manage to utter between your own gasps and sobs. Fuma’s eyes are screwed shut, a silent nod that you know is out of uncertainty the only response he can muster as he tries his best to hold himself back from cumming too soon, even though he has every right to cum this fast through all the overstimulation both physically and mentally. You break the seal first, releasing over his lap as your hole clenches and unclenches relentlessly. He follows not a second later, painting your insides white the clouds he has you on right now. You’re silent as you try to catch your breath, the same question you always have playing in your head on repeat.
It was sneaky, something you’d both grown a special taste for, the thought itself making you wetter than the ocean and him harder than concrete. The first time was purely just a drunk fluke, it could’ve happened to anyone. But it didn’t. It happened to you and Nicholas. The start of this endless thrill-seeking behavior from the both of you. That night was unforgettable though, despite how drunk you both were.
Something about your relationship however, it was purely the result and influence of substances. The first time: alcohol, the second time: weed, and even cigarettes would make Nicholas insatiable, the fuzzy feeling on his tongue needing to be coupled with your wet juices dripping into his mouth and down his chin.
So it was nothing new when your friends decided to have a hangout today. You came dressed casually, a simple tee and sweats since it was just games and movies. Of course, being one of the suppliers, you brought over enough weed for everyone to be high for 4 days.
K announces, letting you in as you make eye contact with Nico. He smirks, knowing already what will inevitably happen. The thought alone had a bloom of heat trailing down your body, specifically between your legs. You settled down, starting to roll enough for everyone.
A couple of drinks and one joint later, you all found yourselves blasting karaoke songs and dancing. It didn’t take long for the effects of the substances to kick in, some mixing and matching substances while others stuck to just one or the other. It wasn’t too late into the evening yet, but the ones who smoked were all starting to doze off, the sleepiness taking over. The others all moved on to doing their own things, leaving you and Nicholas the perfect opening to sneak off. Of course, you still wanted to keep things between you both a secret, it was part of the fun after all.
He took off first, announcing that he was going to lay down on his bed, possibly fall asleep. No one batted an eye, again too immersed in whatever they were doing to care about anyone but themselves. About 20 minutes later, you announced that you were going to the bathroom without any recognition from the others. Perfect.
Upon entering the bathroom, you text Nicholas to hurry, the feeling of being both high and drunk making you needy beyond belief as you slam your phone down on the sink counter rather harshly but you don’t care as your hand slips past your panties, rubbing at your clit for any semblance of relief.
Not a second later Nicholas barges in, locking the door behind him as his red droopy eyes land on your hand in your pants, a lazy smirk adorning his face.
“Fuck— look at you… couldn’t wait at all could you?”
He cages you between himself and the sink, leaning down to capture your lips immediately, letting you whimper into his mouth from your own touch and the way he was brooding over you. He doesn’t stop your hand, lifting up your shirt to see your hardened nipples ready to be toyed with and taking a nip at them with his teeth. You yelp, the feeling jolt straight to your core as you feel the wetness spreading even further.
“Ah, ah, can’t be loud now can we? Unless you want the others to figure out how much you can’t control yourself around me?”
Your face heats up at his words, but it goes unnoticed by him as your face was already red to begin with thanks to the alcohol. The feeling of his cold fingers against your burning skin made you even dizzier, your high approaching faster than you expected.
Nicholas can tell as your fingers start to stutter in your pants, using his own to pull your pants and panties down in one go. He kneels down in front of you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder as he dives face first into your slick. The sound that escapes your mouth is involuntary as his tongue dives deep into you, the tip of his nose brushing your clit in a way that has you throwing your head back. Your hands white-knuckle the sink, the mix of alcohol, weed, and Nicholas’s tongue flicks crashing over you quicker than you’d like.
Vibrations ripple across your lower lips as your juices drip into his mouth and down his chin, his laugh of pure happiness and satisfaction causing you to whimper in desperation.
“Fuckkkk just like that… I could eat you forever.”
He looks up at you with hooded eyes, licking around his lips for any remnants of you left on them before kissing you. Your hands find the back of his head, tongues battling as you taste yourself on his lips. His hands untie the strings of his sweats, pulling them down and freeing his aching length as he rubs against you. His sigh of relief and yours of surprise have you both giggling into each others’ mouths, the weed overpowering the alcohol. You don’t need verbal confirmation, guiding his dick into you snug like a puzzle piece as his hips move upon instinct.
You try your best to whisper but it comes out in a high-pitched moan instead, Nicholas shaking his head at your failed attempt to hide your satisfaction. It doesn’t take long before he’s spilling into you, no longer being able to hold back.
“You think we can sneak into my room? I need to have you on my bed right now.”
You couldn’t help the fact that you were so attracted to your tutor. His serious expression at all times and his cute little nerdy glasses that would always slip down the bridge of his nose, warranting one of his long, pretty fingers to push them back into place. You couldn’t help the way you’d often get distracted hearing him answering questions in class, rubbing your thighs together at his intellectual capabilities. His deep yet gentle voice always breaks you out of your daze whenever the professor was rambling.
Today was like any other tutoring session, or rather, it was supposed to be. You normally felt hot around him, very aware of his tall, beautiful presence around you. The way he spoke to you, explaining everything in a way that you could understand making you all hot and bothered. He kind of treated you like you were an idiot, getting frustrated whenever you would stare at his face instead of the equation in front of you. That really got you going, the wet feeling between your legs only growing wetter the more frustrated he became.
But he was smart, he caught on fairly quickly. Having had enough of your shenanigans, he decides to shift the atmosphere a bit. Where he previously sat on the chair next to your bed, he moved to sit behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, his legs on either side of your body.
“Since you wanna keep looking at me instead of the book, it might be better if I'm out of sight, right?”
You were panicked, but mostly aroused at the idea of feeling his bulge on your back, focus breaking even more than before. You never thought he would catch onto your little crush on him, especially not enough to sit behind you like this. It made you nervous.
“Get this question right and I’ll help your perverted little fantasy. If not, have fun taking this class again next semester.”
You nod frantically, looking at the equation in front of you and trying to remember how to execute the formula for anti-derivatives. That is until you feel one of his hands sneak down to your front, fingers just barely touching over your aching clit that you look back at him.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll leave. But if you want to cum by my fingers, I suggest you look at the paper and not me.”
Of course you weren’t going to tell him to stop, this was what you’ve fantasized about for as long as you’ve known him. You shake your head ‘no,’ trying your best to refocus as his finger rubs slow, barely-there circles over your clit. Your hands try writing, finding the formula and following an earlier example he had done out to show you how to do it. You tap his arm, getting his attention as he leans his head over your shoulder, intentionally pressing his fingers harder against you to which you let out a high-pitched whimper.
“Tch, tch… you really have learned nothing, huh?”
His finger press into your clit even harder, speeding up his movements as you clutch his wrist for support,
“You miscalculated the exponent and forgot to add “plus C,” at the end. Try again.”
He flips through the tutor book he so graciously bought for you to a new problem, arguably harder than the last. He smirks as he reads the struggle written on your face, length hardening against your back at your shocked expression, he’s enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would. While you’re leaning forward on the bed and writing, he takes the opportunity to slip his fingers past the waistband of your pants, smirk growing bigger at the gasp that leaves your mouth at the cold contact of his fingers on your burning clit. How does he expect you to focus when he has you practically squirming beneath him.
You almost lose it when his fingers dip lower into the pool of arousal that’s coated your lower lips, throwing your head back onto his shoulder as he giggles at your state. He can tell you’re not going to get much done right now, playing into your unspoken fantasy a bit and slipping two fingers into your awaiting hole. He can feel himself growing harder as your back arches from the intrusion. He goes slow, almost unbearably slow as you slowly unravel at his actions. The slow drags of his fingers against your walls is becoming addicting as the ache only grows.
Tears brim your eyes as your need for him grows, whimpers falling past your lips, too scared to ask for more in the event he removes his fingers all together. But the teasing is not enough, and he can sense that. His free hand comes up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“You look so cute, all fucked out like this and I’ve barely shown a good time yet…”
He wanted to toy with you more, edge you and try to have you focus before giving you what you want. But your whimpers are addicting and he has to hear more. Not to mention his erection is becoming increasingly more of a problem the longer he has you writhing right up against it. He picks up the pace of his fingers, plugging them directly into you, hitting that gummy spot you could only dream of reaching yourself.
Your screams have him speeding up as fast as he can, the squelching sounds driving him to get you to cum as quickly as possible before he blows his own load in his pants. The continuous moans and whimpers from your lips indicate to him that you're close, going impossibly faster as he feels gushes of liquids run out of you. He’s courteous enough to let you ride out your high on his fingers, but his patience runs thin, ripping his fingers out and laying back on your bed.
“Fuck, get up here and ride me.”
You couldn’t stand seeing his stupid, sexy, stupid face. He always looked so smug, like he was better than you, always three steps ahead. And you couldn’t stand the fact that you found him mouth-wateringly gorgeous despite his asshole-like behavior. Nothing about that man sat right with you. Especially when it seemed like he deliberately went out of his way to spite you only, laughing at you specifically when it was your entire dance team that lost against his. You always wondered where his hatred for you came from, you’d barely interacted at competitions. Or maybe this was his sick and twisted way of having fun at your expense. He seemed like the type to get off on something like that anyways.
“Hey, c’mon. Stop staring at Yuma, he isn’t worth your energy. Tonight’s competition is big and we can’t afford our leader being distracted.”
Your teammate reassures you that your performance is perfect, better than theirs. Better than his. You nod, getting ready on your own without the distraction of his handsome face that you can’t help but think of punching the next time you walk past him. But of course, it seems like his whole job is to pester you and get in your head, anything to make you slip up during the actual competition. Though, this time, his words threw you off.
“Good luck out there. I’ve seen you guys practice. You’re gonna crush it.”
The look of disbelief on your face is unmatched as his adorns a near-genuine smile that you fail to decipher the true meaning of. Was he actually being… nice? You just nod, still too stunned to speak. He’s closer now than he’s ever been, his features resembling that of a cute kitty-cat. He walks off, leaving you and your team with 15 minutes to fully prepare. Whatever. You brush off the entire interaction, focusing on the last rehearsal.
It’s not until the final announcement that your team had won that you felt like you could breathe again. Between the pressure of the competition and Yuma’s, in your opinion, misplaced encouragement, you finally let a real smile appear on your face, the overwhelming feeling of victory making your cheeks hurt.
Backstage, your teammates bombard you in hugs and cheers, congratulating your leadership for their victory. In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of the one man who you felt yourself unwillingly trying to prove yourself to, a half smirk replacing the earlier smile on his face. You look away, returning to the sweet moment with your team, not letting him sour your victory.
“Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick!”
You announce, taking your time walking to the bathroom. You realize halfway through your walk that you have no idea where the bathroom on the other side of the venue is, cursing to yourself when you look for your phone only to realize you left it in the changing rooms. Great.
“What’s wrong? Lost are we?”
Of course he’s there. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was following you.
“What the fuck do you want? Came to congratulate me on my victory after watching us like a creep backstage?”
“Wow, one victory and all of a sudden you’re a big shot huh? Not very smart though are you? Ever wonder why your changing rooms got moved to this side of the venue?”
The evil glint in his eyes tells you everything you need to know, rage burning inside you at the thought of him deliberately trying to mess with you.
“You’re fucking deranged.”
“I heard you like them a little crazy.”
His laugh echoes throughout the long, empty hall. You scoff, used to his annoying antics and pranks now, but still furious nonetheless. He walks up closer to you, the closeness in proximity allowing his cologne to all but strangle your senses. He looks even better this close, the small smirk from before making its return on his features. And he can tell that you’re enjoying this despite knowing you wouldn’t ever admit it.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
He slowly backs you up against the wall, not that you try to fight it anyways.
“What was with the warm wishes earlier? Were you trying to get me to fumble? How can you stoop so low as to use cheap tactics to throw me off? Not confident in your own abilities as a dancer, huh?”
If he can rile you up, it's only fair you do it back to him. But he doesn’t fall for it, only leaning into you more, a little laugh escaping his lips when he hears you gulp when his warm breath hits the shell of your ear. But his words leave you more frustrated.
You raise your hand on instinct, ready to slap him for disrespecting you like that, but he doesn’t flinch.
“Shut up, fucking freak.”
You ball his shirt in your fists, crashing your lips into his in a heated kiss. His hands fall from against the wall to your waist, pulling you against him as he deepens the kiss. You pull away first, looking around before dragging him into a random space and locking the door behind you both. You quickly kiss him again, wanting to avoid any obnoxious comments that may be uttered by him if given the chance. He trails down to your neck, pulling the straps of your tank top along with your bra down as he mouths down the valley of your chest. You throw your head back, the feeling of his teeth grazing your nipples, a new form of therapy that you’re glad is being executed by him.
“For someone who only runs their mouth you sure know how to use it practically.”
You remark, earning a particularly harsh bite to your sensitive buds. But you move past it, licking the palm of your hand and dipping it down past his boxers, slowly stroking his growing length. His whimpers are beautiful against your chest, his kisses making their way back up your neck and to your lips. You quicken your movements wanting the satisfaction of making him spill all over himself , but he seems to have different plans. He pulls his pants down, along with yours, just enough to be able to slot himself between your lips, you both groaning at the contact.
“Shit… they’re probably looking for us…”
You remind him, remembering that neither of you have your phones.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll be cumming faster than your brain can process when I'm done with you.”
You couldn’t say that you didn’t have an ulterior motive with how you were dressed tonight. You had slowly begun developing a crush on your best friend’s crush, Jo, but because she told you about it first and was practically obsessed with him, you decided not to tell her that you also liked him. So when she asked why you dressed up as much as you did for a regular campus party that you two frequented often, you lied and said you were trying to impress Jo’s friend, Yuma, instead. She laughed, agreeing with you that he was really cute and how you’d both be going after your crushes tonight. But the small guilt you felt for actually dressing up for Jo was slowly building the longer the night went on.
You barely drank, already nervous as she practically ran away from you to find Jo. The two had started talking and she was convinced that they were at least going to hook up tonight. You couldn’t blame her though, if that was you you’d do the same. But it didn’t take much searching when you found her in a circle with Jo and a couple of his friends, Yuma being there as well. She noticed you almost immediately, turning her back fully to the group as she motions for you to join her. You don’t miss the way Jo turns his attention to you, looking you up and down in your sparkly mini dress and drinking in your features.
You make your way to them, your friend annoyingly talking the boys’ ears off about anything she could think of. The whole time, you kept looking between everyone in the group, always making eye contact with Jo when your friend looked away from him. His black, slicked back hair and slight smiley eyeliner had your palms sweating.
By the time your friend had finished her ranting, she noticed that her drink was empty, and with a poor attempt of trying to act cute, Jo took her cup.
“I’ll refill it for you. Y/N, join me. Wouldn’t wanna make your friend walk in those tiny heels, would we now?”
He flashed a charming smile to which your friend all but fell to her knees, ogling him as he walked away. She pulled you aside quickly,
“I’m gonna go freshen up in the bathroom. Talk about me!”
You can see her basically stumble to find the bathroom as you follow him to the kitchen, watching as he pours a random drink into the cup. You feel awkward, nervous as he gulps down the drink and offers some of it to you. Even though your nerves were worse than ever standing so close to him, you take the drink anyway. Maybe you’ll actually be able to talk to him.
“So your friend… she’s really something…”
He starts, looking at your face for anything wrong he might’ve said. But when you slowly nodded your head, unsure of what to say, he backtracked.
“I mean, she’s a sweet girl and all but… she can be a little…”
You finish his sentence as he laughs, feeling a lot better now that you know he’s not trying to be rude. You laugh with him, shaking your head.
“She tends to get like that around people she likes. She’s convinced you guys are gonna sleep together tonight.”
You quickly clasp a hand to your mouth unsure if you should’ve told him or not. An amused smirk plays on his face at your lack of privacy for your friend’s desires. But you can sense he’s not that interested in the idea by the way his hands reach for the bottle to pour himself another drink.
“I’m sorry to her… she’s not the one I’ve had my eye on this whole time…”
His gaze darkens on you, his eyes drinking in the short length of your dress and the way the neckline is just shy of dipping into your cleavage. You feel yourself heat up under his stare, alarm bells ringing in your head telling you this is a bad idea and you can’t fuck your best friend’s crush. But it only takes one of his hands falling to your waist and pulling you closer to break your resolve. Placing the cup onto the counter you let his body engulf yours, shielding you from any onlookers as he captures your lips in a steamy kiss. You know it's wrong but you feel too good to stop.
He’s quick to get worked up, the alcohol coursing through his veins with the last two shots he slammed back going straight to his head, pulling away from you to drag you to the nearest empty room. Of course you mention that the bathroom is not an option, seeing your friend waiting in the obnoxiously long line and going in the opposite direction. He finds a random room, pushing you in first and following behind you, hands gripping your waist tight as he pulls you into another kiss.
“Mhmm… Jo… this is… wrong, I can’t do this… to her…”
You say between kisses, trying your best to not let the way his hands are groping your entire body get in the way of your right mind.
“You can pull away at any time, but I know you don’t want to…”
You sigh as his kisses mark down to your exposed collarbone trails of hickeys blooming in their wake, like he doesn’t care to hide your secret hookup from the one person it would affect the most. It's not long before he has you in front of the mirror, slowly teasing his tip against your slit as he watches you through it.
“I wonder what she would think if she knew what was happening right now… her best friend fucking the guy she’s been trying to get with…”
Your response is cut off when he slips it in, a long sigh escaping your mouth as he bottoms out in you, slowly pulling out and pushing back in.
You weakly mutter, despite loving the feeling of him slamming you repeatedly, the idea that your friend is probably looking for you and worried about and here you are fucking the man of her dreams. What a bad friend you are.
You couldn’t believe you'd managed to get yourself in this situation–again. You swore you wouldn’t let the venomous stare of your ex boyfriend intimidate you tonight, but he had a grip on you that you couldn’t pry away from. Almost like he had you cast under his spell. You don’t even know why he still wants you, he broke up with you, and he doesn’t let you forget it either. But somehow he gets off on watching you stutter under his stare, silently controlling you, something you wished you could say doesn’t affect you anymore but you both know that’s not the case. And for some reason, you writhe at the idea of the inevitable punishment you know he’s going to inflict upon you once you're behind closed doors.
The only question you have now is, where?
Perhaps in the bathroom of the bar? No, he’s too pristine for juvenile sexual hookups in dirty public bathrooms. But maybe his need for you will overpower his want for a clean environment.
Or maybe he’ll leave you with your thighs pressed together in a frenzy after spending the night working you up before he decides that going back to your apartment was the best idea so that he can leave you empty and alone once he’s done with you. That’s how these nights usually go.
Just the thought of how the night might play out already had your thighs closing in on each other, and that’s how you knew you were in too deep. That even the mere idea of him consumed your thoughts so much that you couldn’t escape whatever hold he had on you.
“I’m sorry, you seem a little lost. Are you alright?”
You made eye contact with Harua again over the man’s shoulders, to which he just smirks. You felt terrible, focusing your attention on the man that makes your life a living hell instead of the nice man in front of you right now.
“Oh no, I’m sorry. I guess I just have a lot on my mind right now…”
He nods in understanding, excusing himself and letting you be, knowing that you weren’t up for conversation right now. Harua walks up to the seat the man before him was sitting on, ordering a drink for the both of you.
“What’s wrong? You keep staring at me… Need something?”
He tilts his head, lips splaying into a cocky smirk. You hate that you find his smirk attractive, his words stinging you like a viper sticking its prey– sharp and heavy. You down the shot, grimacing at the taste. He doesn’t need your answer, a hand already on your thigh that you can’t get yourself to push away. You want him bad and he knows it. He squeezes, a soft gasp slipping past your teeth when his hand trails higher, massaging your leg all the way up.
“Have I told you that you look exceptional in this dress? Short, sparkly, and you even had the courage to wear an open back, my favorite.”
The blush painting your face gave away your true emotions, as if they were very well hidden in the first place. You only needed one shot, the one he bought you, to feel yourself wanting to slip back into bed with him, which is exactly how you ended back up at your apartment again.
“Fuck, you look so sexy in this dress I just wanna rip it off ya’”
He coos, kissing you harshly the second you both step foot into your apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. You just moan into his mouth, the force of his kiss catching you off guard and causing you to lose your balance. He’s quick, throwing an arm over your waist and stabilizing you. He knows the walk back to your room better than you at this point, guiding you back without leaving your lips once. He takes his time undoing the hooks of your dress, lost in the way your lips are so soft against his own.
You carefully work the zipper of his rather interesting choice of pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and warming up his hardened length with your warm palms. His breath hitches for a moment, not expecting you to go for him already, but liking it nonetheless. He chuckles in your ear, fingers dancing across your bare skin and leading down to trace the outline of your lips through your panties, satisfied at how damp you’ve become throughout the night.
“Have you been this wet the whole time? I’m sure it was so unforgettable for you…”
He teases, lips trailing down your neck. Hard and deliberate bites to your skin to ensure he marked you as his properly. You mewl, wetness continuing to spread down his fingers as he moves to toy with your clit. But you don’t want him to have the upper hand, rubbing him harder and squeezing the base with every pass.
He pushes you back on the bed, pinning your hands down on either side as he kissed down your body, making sure to reach every sensitive part until you’re practically begging him to fuck you . He laughs at your pleas, kissing down your naval which he knows to be particularly sensitive as you buck your hips up into the air. His eyes never leave yours as he moves down to your dripping folds, licking a long stripe up between your lips. But between your taste on his tongue and your whimpers in his ear, he couldn’t wait any longer. Discarding his shirt, he leans over you, asking for permission, which you eagerly grant, before pushing past your walls.
He has you cumming quickly after teasing you all night, realizing yet again, that you keep making the same mistake, knowing you won’t be able to keep him with you after he’s done with you. But who needs a healthy relationship when the man who knows you best is right there?
You yell across the apartment, slipping your shoes off at the entry way before walking around to find him. You can hear some noises from the kitchen, assuming it’s him jumping on his back.
“What the? Y/N? When did you get here?”
He laughs, his infectious, gummy smile making you laugh as well.
“I swear you need to get your ears checked. If an intruder comes in you’re done for.”
You both laugh, making your way to his room with the abundance of snacks he was rummaging around the kitchen for initially. He had his work spread out on his bed, encouraging you to join him as you pulled your laptop out from your bag. The first couple minutes were spent exchanging pleasantries, catching up with each other after being separated for almost two weeks due to the amount of work you both were swamped with.
After about two hours, you decided to take a break, going on your phone and checking your messages, eyes almost bugging out of your head when you see a particular message you had been waiting for. You couldn't contain your excitement, smiling like crazy.
“Taki! He asked me to be his valentine!!”
Taki smiles, happy for you, but confused.
“Wait, I thought you two were already dating?”
“Well, yeah but it’s still nice to be asked regardless.”
You roll your eyes in mock annoyance, as if it wasn’t common knowledge to ask your girlfriend to be your valentine.
“So, you think Valentine’s will be the night?”
You look at him, watching as he all but kicks his feet like a high school girl asking her best friend if she’s ever kissed a boy before, and this time, it's your turn to be confused.
“The night you have sex with him for the first time!”
You choke on your spit, the question catching you off guard and getting in your head, suddenly making you nervous. He can tell by the way you’re looking at him that his question scared you a little, sitting up and trying to backtrack.
“No, I didn’t mean it like you have to have sex with him you should only do it if you’re comfortable and not do it because he’s asking you to if he does ask and in which case you can obviously say no if you’re not ready and–”
“–Taki!” You interject, stopping himself before he goes blue from the lack of air at how fast he’s talking.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get in your head about it, I was just curious.”
You soothe his shoulder, rubbing it understandingly. “I know. Your question just caught me off guard is all. But it got me thinking… I’ve never had sex before. I don’t even know what to do.”
You look at him for guidance, but smile when an idea pops up in your head.
“Wait Taki, you’re my best friend right? You’d help me with anything?”
“Yes but I'm kinda scared at what you’re about to ask of me…”
You place your hand over his, thumb brushing his hands.
“Will you practice with me?”
He can’t tell if the deafness is catching up to him or if he’s short circuiting. Are you really asking him what he thinks you’re asking him?
“C’mon Taki, please!!! I need to be ready for when we actually have sex!”
“I’m also a virgin, y'know, I don’t know what to do!”
“Well then we can help each other out, please?”
He sighs, staring into your eyes for any semblance of a doubt.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything later…”
You shake your head, reassuring him that this is strictly for the purpose of gaining more knowledge and enhancing your technique, or rather, lack thereof.
“Okay, where do you wanna start?”
“Umm… can I suck your dick?”
He grows increasingly red the bolder you get, silently nodding as he moves his papers to lay flat on the bed. You nod, determined to make your best friend feel good in the pursuit of knowledge. He lifts his hips up, unbuttoning his pants and motioning for you to help him take them off.
You start by rubbing your hand over his soft length, fingertips brushing the tip and causing him to jolt a little. You sigh, growing more frustrated trying to get him hard past a semi.
“You’re not getting that hard… am I doing something wrong? Does it not feel good?”
Your discouraged remarks make him upset, quickly shaking his head and relieving any negative thoughts from you.
“No it's not that it's just… I'm not fully turned on yet ‘cause I’m a little nervous still. I have an idea though, do you trust me?”
You nod as he sits up, scooching up a little as his back is slightly elevated against the headboard. He asks to remove your pants, making sure you’re comfortable with the whole idea before moving forward. Once you’ve discarded your bottoms, he asks you to turn your back towards him, having you straddle him as he pulls your thighs closer to his face. You yelp a little, feeling his warm breath hit your wet folds. He gives you the go ahead to try again, sitting up on your elbows as you attempt to rub him again, this time clasping your hand around his length and pumping him.
The sight of your bare pussy in front of his face has him hardening faster than he anticipated, a low groan sounding from his throat as your tongue flicks his slit. His hands roam your lower half, trailing up and down your thighs and failing to resist the urge to squeeze your ass a little. The action causes you to take more of him in your mouth, Taki instinctively bucking his hips up. You’re not complaining though, squeezing your legs at the action instead. He groans more, unable to control how good your mouth feels when he gets the idea to repay the favor, licking up your slick and watching for your reaction. So when you push your hips back into his face, he knows exactly what to do as he continues to eat you out the deeper you take him in.
The aftermath of your joint activity leaves you both breathing hard, satisfied smiles appearing on your faces as you both process what happened. But Taki can’t help but feel a little sad that the event is over, enjoying eating out his best friend more than he thought.
He ruffles your hair playfully, smiling.
“Your boyfriend is one lucky guy.”
The way your last relationship ended didn’t leave a bitter taste in your mouth because you were sad over him, it was because of the way he publicly admitted to cheating on you. Not that you cared, but how dare he try to deface you, the hottest girl on campus, in front of a bunch of his little followers for shits and giggles? So of course you had to get back at him. But you didn’t know how yet.
On Maki’s end, he had been getting bullied by his friends for weeks, telling him he’s lost his charm because he hasn’t bagged a girl in a month.
“Your dick’s about to fall off.”
He recalls Nicholas saying to him, wishing he could sock the older boy in the face for his stupid remarks. But lucky for him, and you, when word got out that you and your ex had broken up, he was already planning on how he could get you.
It’s not like you didn’t know who Maki was, you knew him quite well actually, but with the way the last few years had gone, it was like you had forgotten about your past friendship with him, not that it seemed like he remembered either. But you were pleasantly surprised when you received a dm from him, asking to meet up. Interested, you agreed to meet him and see what he wanted to say to you.
You were kind of caught off guard by the bluntness of his question, looking around your environment to see if there was anyone else he could be talking to.
“I’m sorry to be so blunt and of course you can say no if you don’t want to, but my friends have been dogging on me for a month because I haven’t had sex and I can tell by the way that douchebag dumped and humiliated you that you would need an outlet to release your anger. So, whadya say?”
You had to question it for a moment. Seeing as the last time you really took a good look at Maki was during high school, you never noticed how attractive and built he had become in the last two years. And, well, it was a benefit to you and it's not like he’s some stranger.
“Okay sure, how do you wanna do this?”
You replay the smirk he had on his face in your head over and over when you find yourself walking to the little black out party that was set up outside at the heart of the campus just a couple weeks after your meetup. When he saw you walk by, he instantly went to get your attention, hand wrapping around your waist so as to avoid suspicion.
He gave a quick introduction to a couple of his friends, the ones you hadn’t met before. You notice your ex, Niki, staring at you from the corner of your eye, making it a point to lean into Maki a little more. You can see him fidgeting with his necklace out of the corner of your eye, something you knew he did only when he was feeling jealous or angry. You get Maki’s attention, making sure to caress his face in your hand as you tiptoe up to his ear.
“I’m going to find a bathroom… join me in a couple of minutes,”
You smile at him, watching as his teeth show through his growing smile. You make sure to make eye contact with Niki, silently provoking him knowing that he couldn’t follow you due to being bombarded by his swarm of bimbos. Maki’s quick to leave the group, waiting a shorter time than you had imagined , shooting Niki a glare as he walks off.
“That was hot, I like when you whisper into my ear.”
He says as soon as he finds the bathroom you’re in. You just smile, leaning back against the sink. He looks so good with his slicked back, black hair, eyebrow slit present for your view. You didn’t take in his outfit before, not that it mattered because you had more important things to focus on, like how plush his lips look.
“So are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come over here and kiss me?”
He says, laughing slightly as he uses a finger to tilt your jaw upwards. You smile into the kiss as your hands immediately find his hair, wrapping your fingers around his short locks as he swipes a tongue across your lips, hands trailing lower down your body until they reach the plush of your ass and giving it a hard squeeze–one that makes you yelp into his mouth.
“Hmm, keep moaning like that, he’s right outside. He can probably hear you if you’re a little louder.”
You laugh, slapping his biceps playfully.
“You’re joking! He can actually hear us?”
He laughs, nodding at your question.
“Yeah, this is what you wanted, no?”
You shrug. He has a point. But with this new found information, you hop onto the counter, slowly pulling your shirt over your head, the bra you’re wearing doing wonders for your boobs. He almost drools at the sight, sticking his mouth to your chest like he’s magnetized there. You didn’t even have to play up your moans, Maki making genuine ones slip from your lips with every hickey he leaves over your smooth skin.
“Who knew revenge could feel so rewarding, right?”
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