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The more you stare at him the greater your hatred grows. You hated that you were pushed to the side by the one person you came here with. It didn’t make any sense to you at all. You’re the one who’s childhood friends with Chifuyu, you’re the one who’s been there for him through everything. Hell, you were the one who helped him with the idea of him running a pet store. It was you, you!
So why was all of his attention on Hanemiya Kazutora?
You hated how much he cared for the formal criminal. Granted, Chifuyu was a delinquent but he’s since changed his ways and you understood that! Sure you remember him mentioning Kazutora in passing, but there’s no way he can be this significant to your best friend. Absolutely no way. And if that was the case, then why were you suddenly second fiddle at this reunion? Why were you the one always getting the “Sorry, something came up with Kazu, rain check?”? It was always him. Always him. Always fucking him.
Every hangout, every movie night, he was always there. He barely spoke to you but you always made nice with him. You would acknowledge him but mostly to appease your long time crush. The more you think about it, it was always weird how he would have a hard time speaking to you without stuttering or averting his gaze. Most would find it cute but you found it insufferable. If you’re gonna speak, speak with your chest. And he was constantly looking at you. Did he hate you too or was there something wrong with how you looked? You’d always wave it off, it was nothing; akin to your feelings for his friend clearly.
The VIP section of the club, owned by a former rival of their young gang you found out, was alight and buzzing with energy. The dress hugging your curves might as well be a brown paper bag with the lack of heads turning your way. You felt invisible from the man you wanted and it was starting to bog you down. Chifuyu will never look at you the way you look at him and it’s tearing your heart apart. You take another drink from your gradually emptying glass as you glare at the black haired man throw his head back in laughter. Next to him was a talker gentleman with a dragon tattoo on his head joining in, and in the middle is the bane of your existence. His golden eyes had been darting between you and whatever else was opposite you the whole time. Just what the hell was his problem? Who is he to look at you like that, with the eyes you’ve dreamed of Chifuyu doing to you? Fuck him, and fuck this.
You down the rest of your drink and wobbly turn to head to the dance floor. You let the music and alcohol drown out the mess that was your heart as you begin to sway to the beat. You see more of his friends and join them, forming a little circle. To your left Mitsuya, you learn, compliments your dress and that makes your heart swell. You begin to lean and dance more on him until you feel his hand on your waist. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you were loving the way his body felt surrounding you and the smell of his cologne was driving you wild. His hands grip at your waist and pull you into him, your foreheads barely touching. You revel in being wanted by someone as the world around you vanishes. You run your hands up and down his chest as you start to smell his breath, your lips so tantalizingly close to kissing him. Your eyes shut as you let pleasure overtake you—
“Mitsuya.”
A voice interrupts your dream as you’re shaken back to reality. As you turn, you realize you recognize the voice that interrupts you as your head swivels to meet unreadable golden brown eyes.
“Hakkai needs a little help. He, uh, isn’t doing great.”
No, this can’t be happening.
Mitsuya nods and kisses your hand as he goes to find his dear friend. Kazutora sees him off and let’s him know where to go to find the lightweight before turning back to talk to you. Only to find that you had disappeared. His breath hitches in his throat as he frantically looks for you around the club. He maneuvers through the flocks of people until he finds you at the bar ordering a shot and shooting it back. Calmly, Kazutora puts a hand on your shoulder which shocks you. You look up to him and your mood sours again. “You,” you seethe out. You push him lightly and walk away from him, heading back toward the VIP lounge.
A firm hand grabs your wrist before you make it to the door and pivots you around to face him. You furrow your eyebrows in anger and snatch your hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me!” You rest your back against the wall as Kazutora mirrors you on the opposing side. Out of the side of your eye, you see Mitsuya steadying someone, you’re assuming Hakkai, toward the lounge with Chifuyu with them. Your eyes widen eagerly as you see him but realize his attention quickly falters from you toward Kazutora.
“Thanks for finding him, buddy! We’re gonna get him inside the lounge then call his sister. Dude’s totally wasted!” Chifuyu focuses on you and his gaze softens. “Are you having fun? Sorry we haven’t been able to spend much time together! I promise I’ll make it up to you, sunflower!” He winks and saunters up to you kissing your cheek. “At least Kazutora’s been keeping an eye on you!”
He walks away and you find yourself twitching. At least Kazutora has been keeping an eye on you? What the hell is that supposed to mean? You slowly release the tension in your hands and dare to make eye contact with said man. His expression has shifted to one of understanding. “You’re in love with him.”
You scoff and cross your arms. “Psh, what? I’m not-“
“I’m sorry.”
You stare at him agape in your drunken state. You place your hands on your hips in disbelief as you pace back and forth. He’s sorry? Why is he sorry? Just what is he sorry for? You roll your eyes and walk away toward a secluded corner where the thumping bass isn’t as distracting. As you expect, he follows. When it’s finally quiet enough for your voice to be heard without raising it, you push him against the wall forcefully.
“You have no right to be sorry for me!” Your pointer finger digs into his sternum as your eyes blaze with anger. “You have always been in the way! He’s supposed to be my best friend, my lover! But all he does is spend his time with you!” Your voice breaks as your hurt starts to break through. Solemn gold eyes bore into yours which aggravates you further.
“And those eyes! Stop looking at me with those stupid, beautiful golden eyes! It’s confusing! You look like you’re sorry for me! Why does he love you so much?” You ball your hands into fists and punch at his chest. “Why can’t he look at me like that?” You start to cry and your head rests into his chest in defeat. Your shoulders shake with from years of frustration and looking at Chifuyu from the shadows. Why couldn’t he look at you the way Kazutora looks at you right now? Like he cares, like he loves you, like he wants the best for you…
“I hate you.”
You feel him sigh deeply and then whisper in your ear. “I know.”
“Then why are you here with me?”
Kazutora pulls you away from him and tilts your head up softly with his fingers. “Because I love you. That’s why, that’s why I’m sorry.” Your lip trembles at his confession as your brain tries to wrap around what just happened. “I know you think I’m in the way and a bother…but I promise I have no evil intent toward you at all. A-and I had no idea of your feelings! And you have every right to hate-“
You silence him by surprising him with a kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. Kazutora gasps a little before shutting his eyes and placing his hands on your hips and humming into the kiss. For some reason his lips on yours feels like pure ecstasy and you’re getting hooked and wanting more. When the need for air became too great, you pull away from each other with golden brown hues looking at you with bliss and confusion. “I-I don’t understand, why did you-?”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
He quickly nods before diving in for another kiss, cupping your face as he lets his tongue explore your mouth. Your moaning and making noises you never thought you would with him or any other person. Your fingers thread through his gorgeous and soft hair, tugging at it which makes him groan into your lips. You roll your hips into his, needing to be closer to him. You find yourselves backed into a wall with his body caging yours. Despite being in a public setting with him you feel completely safe. He smells of alcohol and cologne and it’s driving you wild as your hands travel down his oh so taut torso and find his belt buckle. He pecks your lips and rests his forehead against yours. “Are you,” he pants, “are you sure?”
You give him a curt nod as you unbuckle his belt, a primal need and urge overcoming you the closer you get to seeing what he’s been hiding. You’ve tried to deny your innate attraction to him that’s been bubbling but now it’s coming in full force. You lick your lips in anticipation as you rub your thighs together achingly. When the tip of his hard cock peeks from his briefs, you let out a soft “fuck” before taking his cock in your palm. It’s warm and the tip is already leaking when you start to slowly jerk him. His eyes close in pleasure as a beautiful moan leaves his lips as his hips roll into your touch. Kazutora braces his hand against the wall behind you as your hand works him.
“I need more,” he whisper groans in your ear. “Please, I wanna feel more of you.” His lips latch onto your earlobe before trailing down to the side of your neck and sucking hard. His need for you growing with every second. “I want you to stop hating me.” As he says that into your ear, his other hand sneaks under your dress to the front of your panties. “Are you always this wet, or is it just for me?”
His long finger slowly enters your heat and you grip his bicep hard as your breath hitches. “F-fuck. Only for you! And I,” you gasp as he enters a second finger. “I don’t hate you… I’m jealous of you.” The sweat on his brow drops on your nose as he situates his forehead on yours to hold your gaze. His fingers curl inside you as your legs tremble and your hand lets go of his cock.
“Let me, let me inside please. Let me love you like you should be loved.”
His words pierce through your drunken haze as you deeply kiss him. You remove your hand from his pants as you lower your panties and remove them, placing them in his pocket. A harsh blush comes to his cheeks as he frees his cock for more leverage. The tip leaks and twitches against your core, angling it to rub at your clit which has you bucking against him with wanton need. The faded voices of the other party goers barely register as he lines his cock with your entrance, teasing your folds and getting his tip wet with your essence. He hikes up your dress so he can effortlessly lift your thighs, god his hands are so fucking big and he’s so strong, to have your legs wrap around his waist. He easily slides his dick into you and your fingernails immediately dig into his shirt. The two of you hiss at the new and euphoric sensation as your lips and teeth collide. You wanna moan and whimper out but know that it would draw the attention of your friends in the lounge just mere footsteps away.
Kazutora groans and growls into you, his pelvis slamming up into yours. He wants to fuck the hate out of you, despite you telling him you never truly hated him. And so he does, he fucks you hard against the wall, crescent shapes being formed on your thighs and he holds your tightly against him. Your walls tighten around his twitching cock as he continues the thrust inside you. He stops the kiss to growl in your ear. “Tell me you hate me.”
You whimper and bite your lip as your hands intertwine in his loose beautiful hair. “I hate you, ah! I fucking hate you, Kazutora.”
“Shut up.”
He clamps his hand over your mouth as he fucks your harder, biting at your neck to suppress his groans. You hike your knees higher and rub at your clit as the need to orgasm comes quickly. “Fuck I wanna cum!” You whisper shout, slowing the circles on your clit. “Please.”
It’s the please that gets him that has him pumping harder and his lips trembling. Small cries emit from his lips as he gets closer, the way your walls flutter and tighten around him has the man seeing stars. He quickly whispers, “I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum.”
You quickly silence his incoming moan with a kiss as your release overtakes you and you whimper into his kiss, rubbing your hips in time with his. His own thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release and cums inside you hard with a grunt, snapping his hips to get every last drop to be inside you. The air around you is filled with your hot and heavy breaths as you come down from your high. Kazutora gently lets your legs down but keeps a hand on your waist to steady your wobbly center. His eyes soften as he looks at you with a face full of ecstasy and possibly love. “Are you okay? Can you stand?” You nod meekly but keep a hand on his shoulder. Shamelessly, you feel his cum leaking down your thighs and a sense of pride takes over. A silly grin comes to your face and Kazutora can’t help but kiss your cheek at that.
“What just went through your mind?”
You shake your head and rest it against the wall behind you. You knew deep down you never hated the man to your side. But you did greatly dislike him. Did being the operative word. The more you spent time with him, the more your hate dwindled on the thin line between it and love. “You know when we go back inside, we’ll have to act like we hate each other right?”
Kazutora chuckles and leans down to carry you bridal style. He leaves a kiss on your nose as he slowly walks back to the lounge.
“If it means I can be with you like this then so be it.”