＃ kam ⭑.ᐟ

you surveyed your surroundings, a lanky, loud mouth with white hair and blue eyes. ew. no, not him. too cocky and he just wouldn’t shut up about digimon. 

a long, black haired individual who was giggling alongside him. he had a nice figure and skin looked so very soft and smooth. he was seemingly laughing at every word the white haired one said, giving him a look of adoration. god, no. it’d be better if they got a room. 

you turned your head, and there sat a man on the hefty side, a scar on the side of his lips, eyes green in color. jet black hair, almost looks dyed but you were willing to bet it weren’t. he doesn’t seem like the type. looks a bit older compared to our peers and he was sitting alone to top it all off. each time his glasses slipped down his nose, he wasted no time pushing them up with two fingers. he appeared to be studying intently and didn’t  wish to be bothered.

perfect. time to go bother him.

you walked over like you own the place, smug smile on your face like you had just won the nerd lottery with this guy. toji could feel your presence and refused to look in your direction, questioning all of his life choices in that very moment. 

“hey there, man! how’s it going, with the studying and all?” you sat right next to him, peering into his book as if you knew the material you were reading.

toji was a standoffish, awkward guy. he looked very obviously uncomfortable as he glanced over at you. “uh, yeah.” his voice gruff and deep as he cleared his throat. “can i help you with somethin’?” he gave you a once over, hoping you would quickly leave him alone.

“as a matter of fact, you can.” you smiled at the question, “see, i need you to do me a couple of favors, i need to get my marks up and you seem like the perfect candidate to help me.” 

toji blinked once at you, “are you kidding?” he gave a slight smirk, but when he saw that you were dead serious his smile dropped, “erm, no. i’m not doing your work for you.”

you looked at him, your smile dropping. no? you didn’t get told no, that word was foreign to you. “fuck you mean ‘no?’” you got closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you as much as you possibly could. “i don’t remember asking, see, it’s a favor.”

the close proximity was enough to make toji sweat, just a little bit. he took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose before he spoke, “i don’t gain anything from helping you, other than maybe a hard time.” toji’s eyes shifted somewhere other than you as he pushed his glasses up, he meant that both literally and figuratively.

“you’ll gain a friend or something, i don’t know. entertain me, please?” you looked at him, your fingers tracing along his back in a way that made his skin crawl. “just say yes.”

toji met your gaze, your eyes piercing into him made him feel like he was making a deal with the devil himself. the way you were looking at him though, it felt all too sweet to ignore. “okay.. maybe we could arrange some sort of deal,” he pauses with a heavy sigh, as if it were paining him, “just leave me alone and give me some time to think.” his voice was low as he went back to his studies, pushing his glasses up.

“i know where to find you.” you smiled, standing up and heading out of the library, hands in the pocket of your red windbreaker as you walked off. 

toji watched as you walked off, “damn it, what have i gotten myself into this time..”

…

the chilly air was nipping at your skin, it wasn’t helping you were wearing a wife beater but you thought you looked sexy in it so braved it out for the sake of the fit. you were watching toji from afar, watching as he held out a research document with the dumbest grin on his face to a girl who was clearly using him.

much like you were but that’s not the point.

as soon as she walks away you make it your business to get in his, walking over there with the meanest faux attitude.

“so you have time to do other people’s work but not mine?” you raised a brow at him, looking at him as if he’d done a criminal offense. “you wanna be all buddy buddy with some girl when you have better things you could be doing. get it together man.”

“damn, am i not allowed to live my life?” toji scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at you.

“you have no life, dweeb ass dude.” 

toji scowled, pinching the bridge of his nose as you stared at him expectantly. “okay, you got it. you won. i’ll help you.”

“hell yeah, you wi—“ 

“on one condition, you actually study and spend the time to learn the material. why else would you be in college if you’re not actually trying to learn anything?” he looked at you as if he were expecting you to actually answer before realizing you were a lost cause. “do we have a deal?” he sighed

you blinked at toji as if he was speaking a language you didn’t understand, “uh, yeah, whatever. shake on it?” you didn’t wait for a response and instead took toji’s hand in yours and shook it. “good, we done now?” 

“mm yep, see you.” toji started off, his backpack on both shoulders as he was off to probably go study or go off campus to work one of his many part time jobs. you weren’t satisfied yet though, so of course you followed him.

…

toji was not an idiot, he was one of the smartest people on campus and he also had a very keen awareness of his surroundings. he knew you were following him, hell, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. he was just waiting for the right moment to confront you about it. he found it when he went into the men’s locker room and you followed right in behind him like a dumbass.

“i’m assuming you’re not in here to take a leak.” he turned to face you, crossing his arms over his chest with an annoyed expression.

“no, i guess not. guess i just wanted to bother you a little, see what you could possibly be up to.” you walked up to him, you weren’t embarrassed that you were following him. what was he gonna do?

“that’s none of your concern, last i checked we aren’t friends. we’re just business associates, so why are you following me?” his voice was slightly stern, like that was supposed to scare you off.

“by my definition, we’re friends. friends with benefits.” your tone was the most casual thing in the world.

“i’m pretty sure that’s not what that means..” he gulped, pushing his glasses up as he peered into your curious eyes, your gaze was making him nervous. “look, i’ll let it slide just leave me—“

you silenced him with a kiss, you weren’t sure why you did it in the moment but you were both alone so it was fair game. his lips were dry, it made your eyebrow twitch with annoyance because chapstick is literally everywhere these days.

toji was inexperienced with kissing, he had only done it once or twice before. you were leading his lips like you were leading a choir. one of your hands on his hip and the other palming the locker behind toji for balance. you gave his lip a playful bite as you pulled back, looking into his eyes to study his expression. 

“you’re ass at kissing, toji.” you looked at him with a bored expression on your face, but it was unnecessary malice because you didn’t mean it. wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb then going to reapply the vaseline brand chapstick you favored so much. 

“mm.. my fault for not expecting to be kissed, i guess.” toji looked down at you, his face resembling that of a pitiful puppy. he didn’t take his gaze off you, and he was truthfully too embarrassed to say anything else.

“yeah, your fault is right.” you grumbled, handing him your chapstick. “do you usually walk around with unnecessarily dry ass lips?” his cheeks and ears dusted a light shade of pink, extremely embarrassed. you were acting like you hadn’t even kissed him. he took the chapstick from you, unable to stand the eye contact any longer. you were too busy grumbling about dry ass lips to notice.

you took toji’s phone from his pocket, not missing the hardness in his pants. “what’s your pin?” you asked as you surveyed the phone.

“what do you need with my phone..?” he asked, his voice low and embarrassed as he took it from you and unlocked it, handing it back.

“we need to stay in contact, we’re in an agreement, right?” you looked up from his phone to him, taking in his flustered appearance and the fact that he was all fidgety. he looked timid almost, but also like he was trying to play it off.

“yeah..” he watched as you put your number in his phone and handed it back to him. he took it with slightly clammy hands and a pitiful frown that made his mind hard to read. 

“i’ll actually see you around this time, no more surprises.” you checked your phone as you started to leave the locker room.

…

you and toji were having your first study session, you guys were at a cafe. you had offered to to buy him a strawberry shortcake and who was he to turn down anything free? you were still iffy about actually studying but your eagerness to pass was grander than your resistance to study. 

it had been a couple of days since that mini locker room makeout but it never left toji’s mind. he didn’t want to think about that right now and instead focused on teaching you instead.

“right, and do you remember how i taught you to do this..?” he looked focus, biting the edge of his pen as he looked over the material for himself.

you looked at the page and then back at toji before back at the page again, “i guess.” your brows furrowed. you started scribbling away at your notebook, and toji watched intently. he took this stuff seriously, and he wanted you to take it seriously as well even if it was just for the moment.

after a bit the slice of cake arrived to the table and he took a break from his serious study mode to enjoy it. he made sure you were still working however. you couldn’t help but take a few glances at him, the way he was enjoying that cake like it was the best thing in the world. it made you want to devour his lips all over again, you didn’t know what was coming over you but you decided not to fight it.

as you continued with your studying, you slid a hand down to toji’s thigh. your hand rested there underneath the table and no one was aware of the burning touch except you and him. your hand gently massaged his thigh, toji didn’t make a word, his cheeks burning from how flustered he was.

“what are you doing..?” he spoke quietly, loud enough only for you to hear. he was finished with his cake by now, wiping his face with slightly shaking hands and pushing his glasses up. he was looking at you, but he didn’t move.

you continued to look down at your paper, “studying. you got a problem with that?” you answered as if it was an obvious one. the caresses still making his body hot.

“no problem..” he gulped, after a bit he started to get fidgety. “i think we should call it a day, hm? i just remembered i have to, um, take out my cat.” he blinked like an idiot, starting to stand and grab his things.

“i like cats. can i come over?” you started to pack your things as well, looking up at him from your seat with a big smile on your face.

toji gulped, he didn’t know how to take this, how to take you. he wanted to go home and try to forget the slightest touch you gave him and how it almost sent him into a frenzy but he couldn’t do that with you there playing with his lazy ass cat who definitely did not get out.

“yes, you can come.” he said with a slight sigh, “but we might as well continue our studying.” he spoke with the surest tone in his voice. 

you guys left the cafe and got in your car so you could drive him home. it was a smooth ride, not much talking as you blasted rock music from the shitty stereo. eventually you guys got to his place, he was quiet as he got out of the car, not waiting for you, and going to unlock the door.

you got out the car, locking it up as you followed him inside his apartment. you didn’t spend much time looking around when you met eyes with his black cat. you fell in love, he didn’t seem like much of a cat guy. 

“awww, awww, awww, kitty!” you scooped the cat up in your arms and ignored everything else. toji looked at you with crossed arms, allowing you to have a moment. 

“cmon.. studying.” he spoke with his usual gruff tone, the flushed toji was left at the cafe.

“can’t we take a break? we were just studying, man.” you placed the cat on the floor, looking back at toji as you matched his pose. 

he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “alright, ten minutes.” he huffed out.

…

toji was on top of you, grinding against you in a needy manner as you had your tongue down his throat, dominating it. one of your arms were snaked around his back, the other caressing the back of his head. one of your legs in between his which was creating the friction he was craving as he ground against you. 

toji moved away to breathe, his skin was tinted pink and it burned to touch. his glasses were slightly crooked on his face as he looked at you, panting with parted lips. “i’ve never.. mm..” he looked to the side, embarrassed.

“i’m not gonna fuck you.” you answered as you propped yourself up, looking at his pitiful expression. you felt how pathetic toji was under your touch and actively chose to torture him like this. 

he fidgeted, still subconsciously grinding on you like a needy cat in heat. “ah, right.. yeah, i wasn’t—“

“good. wouldn’t wanna get your hopes up.” you stretched, leaning across the bed to grab your phone, checking the time. “it’s getting pretty late, i should get going. thanks for the study session.” you moved yourself from underneath toji, giving him one last playful nip on the neck before you did. it sent a shutter to his core, he couldn’t understand you for the life of him.

“no problem..” he spoke in a low tone, watching as you left but didn’t forget to pet his cat on your way out before you did. toji sighed into his hands after sitting up on his bed, what the hell was going on? what was this relationship you guys had and why is neither of you saying anything about it? as if it’s the most casual thing in the fucking world.

toji had no words, his mind mush. all he had was the ache between his legs and his heated, sweat ridden skin. “what the fuck.” he breathed out, palming himself. he never really thought about his sexuality or anything involving another person romantically, for that matter. sure, he knew he liked the way women stared at him, which is why he went to the gym in the first place. but men? he didn’t think he would be in cahoots with a man. or whatever this was.

toji undid his pants, slipping out of them. his breath shuddered at the extremely slight touch. he took his member out of his briefs, it was dripping with pre and slightly twitching. “what the fuck..” he repeated, his hands taking his own length as he began to stroke, panting already as he threw his head back. the memory of you encouraging his movements. he thought back to when you first met, the irritation in your tone and threatening gaze. safe to say, he didn’t last long before he came undone with a heavy shiver in his body.

he let out a low whimper, not being able to believe he just jerked off to the slightest thing from someone he barely even knew. “god, this is so embarrassing..” he looked down at himself, at his mess, and sighed. “fuck me.” 

he got up and showered, mulling over everything that has taken place in the last three days. thinking about you, thinking about this new situation you guys were in. or maybe he was overthinking it and there was nothing to be thinking about in the first place.

he didn’t know, all he knew was that he wanted you. he wanted to keep this arrangement going and he wanted you to touch him all over. he didn’t mind what attention you gave him, as long as it was coming from you. he was a fucking mess and you had no idea.

“yer starin, can ya help me or not?” he lazily looked to the side before his eyes met yours again. his foot lightly scratched behind his ankle, he hated this shit. court was always a bore but he didn’t want to go to jail again for something he probably deserved to go to jail for. which is why he was here, in your office, with the best (and only) suit he owned. “i don’t have much money, but—“

you raised a brow, “don’t have much money? the hell are you doing at a law firm then?” you cut him off abruptly which visibly made his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. 

“if you would’ve let me fucking finish,” he continued with an obvious annoyed tone, “’m sure i could offer something else,” his voice dropped an octave, low, almost pleading, “’m good with my hands, if ya need any work done or anything, or need someone taken care of, i know how to fix almost anything, please jus’ help me out.” his gaze was shifted downward. it was a truly pathetic sight that almost made you laugh, a big man like him, practically begging on his knees for help? you didn’t know the guy but damn, you almost felt sorry for him.

his eyes met yours after he was done with his little speech, about to open his mouth to say something, you cut him off again. “has that worked on any of the other lawyers? because it damn sure didn’t work on me.” you spoke with a snicker between the words. there was a half truth to that statement, you liked the patheticness. “i’ll help you, but you’re gonna need to figure out a way to pay me. you must’ve done some fucked up shit to be begging for help like you’re not a grown ass man.” 

you pushed your hands in your pockets, unlike him your suit was tailored to your figure, mahogany in color. you looked like a professional, because you were. you weren’t the best of the best, but hell you were one of the best (at least in your eyes, that’s all that mattered anyway). he huffed a slight sigh of relief. you examined the man again, didn’t even know his name, something about him was pulling you in though. “i’m sure you’re putting me through a helluva lot of work. what’s your name, big guy?”

…

the both of you walked down the halls after the case, it had taken a long while but it was settled. toji was walking away scot free from something he definitely should’ve been doing time for. he had this smug smirk on his face like a bad ass kid that had gotten away with stealing candy. he annoyed you to no end during this entire thing, but it was almost endearing. 

“you really did yer shit, hell, did you see the look on their faces? let me treat ya, drinks on me. i know this great bar downtown and—“ his ramblings irked you to no end.

you pinched the bridge of your nose, stopping in your tracks, “look, i get it you’re happy, me too,” you said with a heavy sigh, “who wouldn’t be after fucking over the government? i’m tired and i don’t drink. pipe down for me, yeah?” 

toji looked almost offended, he wasn’t one for being rejected nor did he take kindly to it. he grabbed you by the arm with a grip that made you look at him. “come to the bar with me, you could use the break, trust me alright?” trust. right. 

you rolled your eyes, “whatever, man. i’ll be out of the office around 7.” as if emphasizing your point, you checked your watch. 

“cool, ’s a date then, meet me there.” he headed off before you could even process what he had said. you watched him, his back facing you as he walked off. 

damn, was that man fine. 

wait.

he was what?

…

you sat in your office, eyeing the clock as if it had stolen from you. mulling over what you had thought about your client while doing boring paperwork that you could barely focus on. 

“fine? fuck am i on, man?” you sighed into your hands, standing up and moving out office to head home. thankfully, it was a 5 minute walk from the firm to your place where you could get changed and get a taxi to the bar downtown. 

did you want to go? no. would you though? of course you would. which is why you were on the way to some presumably shitty bar when you didn’t even drink.

toji was outside waiting on you, posing like he was some kind of bouncer. tight black compression shirt and gray sweatpants, casual attire. a smug smirk on his face and his scar pulled just right, like he just knew you would show. his arms were crossed against his chest as he watched you leave the taxi. 

“ya made it.” he spoke and you could just hear the smugness in his voice. 

“unfortunately,” you pushed him aside, walking inside the bar and surveying your surroundings, “you seem really giddy about it.” you were hyper aware of his presence behind you and it gave you goosebumps. 

“that’s because i am. you really need to let loose, we should be celebrating and gettin’ slammed.” 

you took a seat at the bar, “getting slammed?” you repeated with a bewildered smile that you couldn’t stop from forming.

toji sat right next to you, he ordered a whiskey which he wasted no time working through, “hell yeah, if anybody else defended me i wouldn’t be sittin’ here right now!” he laughed, finishing his drink in a full gulp. 

“yeah, well, dealing with you, i had my work cut out for me.” you spoke, ordering a margarita. 

the alcohol was starting to work through you. you tugged at your shirt collar, it was getting stuffy in there. and god, you couldn’t tell if you were going insane but was toji flirting with you? light conversation and more drinks commenced, you both started to loosen up way more than you would sober. 

“fuck, is it hot in here or am i tripping?” you hoped to change the subject, not missing the way toji’s hand kept finding a way to brush against yours. way too many times for it to be a coincidence. 

“mm, yeah. stuffy.” his voice low and drawled out, his eyes flicked elsewhere lazily before landing back on you.

after a few more hours, you offered to get toji a taxi home. he definitely had more part in getting slammed than you did, but you weren’t innocent either. he insisted you rode with him however, he didn’t trust himself to make it to the door per his words.

…

“thanks for givin’ me a ride home, pretty boy.” his words were low and slurred slightly, that whiskey was something serious.

the compliment stirred something inside of you, “yeah, no problem.. i’ll be off.” you turned to leave, praying to the stars that you’d stop thinking about this man before the night ended. suddenly, toji grabbed you, the grip pulling you out of your thoughts and made you raise a brow as you turned towards him. 

you were met with his lips smashing into yours. his cheap cologne hitting your nose, he smelled like pine and spice. you returned the kiss, your tongue wetting his bottom lip as you asked for entrance. he tasted like all the whiskey he had drank and the vaseline you had on your lips. you held the back of his head, kissing him with all you had before he let out a low moan in your mouth. the sound went straight to your dick, a boner tenting your pants instantly. you pulled away for a quick breath and couldn't help but notice him chasing your lips. 

“fuck, toji, this is—“ toji licked at your throat, taking your breath away with every movement of his tongue. you hissed, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you with your foot. 

“whatever you have to say, don’t. shut the fuck up.” his voice was low, sultry, and slurred. your eyebrow twitched in irritation, but instead of saying anything you grabbed him by his waist. flipping him over and slamming him against the door, 

“you’re so damn annoying, keep talking to me crazy and i’ll kill you.” you grumbled with barely contained lust. 

“keep talkin’ like that and you’re gonna make me leak.” he snickered, rolling his hips into yours as if to prove a point. you only served to get harder from the contact, boner grinding against boner, the sensation making you dizzy. 

you wanted nothing more than to fuck him, but you had but a shred of your mind in tact that told you that it would be a terrible idea. your hands roamed his body, making all sorts of sweet sounds emit from it that he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to. he was practically begging for it without even saying a word.

“‘m sick of the foreplay shit, touch me.” toji demanded, taking your hand and making you palm his erection. “or are you too much of a pussy?” he cocked a brow at you, making you raise your own. you took his neck in your hand and squeezed, restricting some airflow as you did. you bit down on his shoulder which granted the mix of a hiss and a moan out of him. his sweatpants were already stained from the pre, guess he wasn’t lying. you slipped his sweats off with your free hand, pulling him closer by his tight ass boxers. 

“what are you, a slut?” you commented, eyeing toji as he bit his lip.

“i can be whatever ya need me to be tonight.” he gave a breathless chuckle as he hurriedly undid your belt, getting your pants off quicker than you’d ever admit. 

“don’t even have the decency to fuck me in my own bed?” he spoke as you pinned his chest against the door. 

“what the fuck do you know about decency, toji?” you spat out as you stuck three fingers inside his hole, your hand wasn’t as big as his but hell you were still a man. he was panting already from the harshness, but he got more vocal as you started to scissor your fingers, spreading him out. you took your hand out and stroked his dick for a bit, thinking to use the leaking pre as lube. he was moaning like crazy and it was only serving to turn you on further. 

“damn it, i barely even did anything yet, and you’re moaning like you’ve lost your mind, but you call me the pussy?” you spoke as you put your fingers back inside his hole, fingering the man like your life depended on it. 

“fuck.. ah- hurry up..” toji was leaking uncontrollably, his tip red and angry sprung up like a mushroom. you took that as a sign that he was ready for your dick and wasted no time pushing it inside him. 

you let out a low breath as you felt toji clenching around you, clearly not taking him for a bottom given his appearance, but you understand men like him need to be put in their place too. you bent him over slightly, causing a low moan to come out of him. slow strokes turned into angry pounding. skin could be heard on skin, toji was letting out a string of curses as his legs began to tremble. “you sure have a smart mouth for a big man like you taking dick..” you grumbled out, taking his in your hands and stroking it in sync with the pace your dick was moving. your tip was kissing his prostate, dick twitching inside him, each time you slammed into him another moan slipped out

“fuck, ‘m gonna.. ngh..” he was saying your name like a prayer, the overstimulation was causing him to shiver. his body was so hot, sleek with sweat. you wrapped your arms around his chest, holding him like a vice while you came inside him with no warning. toji let out a guttural moan, coming right with you. 

you pulled out, panting, as he stood there, limp for a bit. his body was red, sticky, hot, trembling. he looked an absolute mess, eyes puffy from tears. you pulled your pants back on as you watched your cum leak out of his ass. 

“you look pathetic.” you commented, but there was no malice in your tone. 

“hng.. thanks? i guess.” toji spoke in a breathless tone, still coming down from his high. he waddled over to his couch, flopping down. he was half expecting aftercare, to which you didn’t give him any. he didn’t know how to feel seeing you start to get up and move away, calling for an uber home. “you’re leavin’?” toji asked, his voice low and pitiful. 

“yeah. i’ll see you around.” you spoke without looking at him, walking out the door.