ᴋɪʟʟ ʙɪʟʟ / ᴛ. ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ

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touya ended up listening to you and started living at your house, again.

every morning you were out, he was spending his time scrolling through his phone or watching tv. he had started hating your job more than his dad.

he heard your key turn in the door, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

"i'm back!"

"finally!"

you walked in the living room, dropping your bag on the couch before sitting on his lap. he wrapped his arms around your waist, eyes locked on you.

"are you tired?"

"no. i want to have sex"

he looked at you, eyes slightly wide, before he chuckled.

"that's not the mood you're usually in when you're coming back from work"

"give me a break, it's ovulation week"

"oh, is it? then, i suppose, i'll give you what you want"

his lips met yours in a slow kiss that soon turned into a hungry one. your hands were working on removing each other's clothes, a hint of urgency behind your movements.

his fingers traveled from your breasts to your stomach, until they found home in between your legs— feeling your wetness.

"you're so fucking wet, angel" he said, slightly pulling away from your lips.

a soft sigh left your lips, when the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit. you lowered your head on his shoulder, your hot breaths hitting his skin, as he worked his fingers in you.

"touya, please..."

"tell me what do you want, pretty"

"don't tease me like that..."

he removed his fingers from inside you, replacing them with his cock. the soft moan of his name that left your lips, send a shiver down his spine. he hated how you had that power over him.

he placed his hands on your hips, supporting you as you moved up and down his cock. you didn't want to rush anything, so you kept a medium pace— something he didn't mind.

his eyes drunk in everything; the expression on your face, the way your boobs jiggled, the way your thighs shook and the way he was disappearing in you.

his one hand traveled up to the back of your neck, slightly tugging at your hair. he brought your head closer, your lips meeting in a sloppy kiss.

he kissed all the way down to your chest, sucking and biting marks on your skin. the way you were clenching around him had him cumming in you· painting your walls white.

he started thrusting his hips upwards when he noticed your movements faltering.

every moan that left your lips got shallowed by him, as he kept your mouth occupied with his.

the not so distant ringing of your phone caught his attention, but he paid it no mind. the only thing he wanted at that moment was to satisfy your need for him.

you were in a state of cloud nine to even notice its ringing. your lips met his jaw the minute he moved his head, your hand resting on the side of his neck.

in a split second, he had stopped all movement, making you whine.

"why did you stop...?"

"who's keigo?"

"what...?" you asked, raising your head to look at him.

"who the fuck is keigo, y/n?"

you looked at your phone that rested close to you on the couch, watching it as it rang. touya turned your head so you would look at him, his eyes locked on yours.

"answer the question"

"it's hawks"

"oh, it's hawks! of course it's hawks! it's always hawks!"

"touya, please..." you sighed, shaking your head.

"how long?"

"how long what?"

"how long are you talking with that fucker like this?"

"i swear i never had a call with him! i don't know what he wants!"

he looked at you and he knew you weren't lying. yet, he was so pissed off at you for hiding such stuff from him.

it was just a phone number exchange but he didn't feel like it was only that. he wanted to believe you when you said it was nothing and that you didn't care.

but how could he when everytime he was away hawks was appearing out of nowhere? he wasn't only his enemy because he was a hero, but he was also a threat to him.

someone who wanted to take you away from him.

"touya, let it go... i only want you!"

you went to reach for your phone, but in one swift movement touya had you under him with your legs on his shoulders.

"what are you doing...?"

"giving you what you want. with no interruptions this time"

he took your phone in his hands, staring at it as it rang, before throwing it on the living room's wall· breaking it.

"touya!"

his hand wrapped around your throat, keeping you in place. he thought he'd see fear in your eyes, yet there was none.

"you only want me? then, i shall give you that" he said with a smirk on his face.

"i'm not gonna stop until the only name you remember is mine"