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Blue Rare, Still Bleeding

Cook!Touya x F!Reader, quirkless AU, Touya is a piece of shit line cook and recovering alcoholic, and he hates how you make him feel.

WC: 6.6k, ch. 1/3, cw: hate sex, dubcon, degradation, impact play, alcohol, toxic relationship dynamics, car accident mention, daddy kink (it sneaks in at the end there)

Chapter 1: Grade A Beef

“How long?”

Touya grimaced, tilting the pan to ignite the alcohol. A burst of flames jumped up, warming his face as they grew taller. “Two minutes, chef!”

“It better fucking be two minutes, Touya, I need service in four.”

Wrapping the towel around the handle, Touya took the pan in both hands, jerking it forward to flip dried tomatoes through the flames. Pouring in heavy cream, a single drop of sweat rolled down his temple, his hand raising to season with salt.

“Touya, I need sauce–”

“I’m here, Kuro,” Touya slammed the pan onto the pass, reaching across to grab a spoon. “Taste.”

Kurogiri took the spoon, dragging it roughly through the sauce. Lifting it to his mouth, he noted the consistency, letting the spoon sit on his tongue as he began pulling out bowls. “It’s good. Start plating.”

“You-” Touya’s pointed finger was aimed at you. “Start running the course. Begin with the first four top and rotate clockwise.”

“But you haven't even finished-”

Kurogiri jerked his head toward the door. “He’s right. We’re behind. Start running as we plate and come back fast.”

Heavy tray in your hand, you backed into the doors of the kitchen, the clammer of pans replaced with the distant tinkling of glasses and cutlery. Swinging doors shifted under your body weight and your eyes met Touya’s, watching as he flipped a towel over his shoulder.

He sneered. “Don’t ever forget to fire a course again.”

—

Le Méchant was an old institution of the city, a ghost hanging on to memories of its past dominance over the culinary landscape. Having passed through the hands of several owners in recent years, its narrative was bulked down with too many rebrands from foolish men who thought they knew best how to appeal to the cultivated diner. What was once a grand, opulent restaurant was cracking at the seams, waiting for someone to ignite momentum once again.

You ruffled bills through your hands, counting them again. The once raucous kitchen was quiet, and a haggard stagiere passed you, pushing a cart of hot oil to the dumpster. The service had been rough but worth it. The cash in your hands seemed to burn with possibility, and as you pushed the money into your apron, you let out a sigh.

“Are you gonna say anything, or are you just gonna stand there?”

Touya had taken off his chef whites, and was leaning against the dish pit, his mouth a thin, pressed line. “I saved your ass today.”

“Yes, and I said thank you,” you crossed your arms. “What, do you want to see me cry?”

“I wanna see you sweat,” Touya took a step closer. “I want to see front of house get fucked over and pull through with the same turnaround we did.”

You grimaced. “Fine, I made a mistake, okay? Without you, the buyout would have fallen to shit, and I would have been fired. You saved me from dying. Are you happy?”

“Yeah,” Touya pulled out a carton of cigarettes from his pocket, placing one between his lips. “That’s what I want to hear. Could do with less of a bitchy attitude though.”

“You’re a dick, Touya.”

He took another step, his face inches from yours. He pulled the cigarette from his lips with a predatory snarl, shaking it at your face. “Don’t think just because I covered for you that you can get pissy with me, princess.”

“Then don’t fucking cover for me,” your voice was low, not wanting to draw the attention of others. “I didn’t ask you to cover for me.”

“What, and let you fuck over the whole night? Not happening.”

“If you hate me so much, Touya, do something about it.”

“Like what, fire you?”

You could feel your stomach roiling, fist clenched at your side. “Fucking hit me, asshole.”

Touya scoffed, like you’d said the most stupid thing in the world. “I don’t hit girls.”

“But you certainly love to bitch at them until you get what you want, right?”

“Fuck you,” Touya spat.

“Fuck you.”

Touya threw his hands up, stalking out of the kitchen. “Whatever. I’m going for a smoke. Don’t look for me.”

“I wasn’t fucking planning on it.”

Touya’s hands shot out, slamming the doors to the loading bay open. The hinges squeaked in protest, and in the following silence, you felt the eyes of the kitchen on you. Face flushed with anger, you untied your apron, rolling it into a ball. As the restaurant readied for close, cooks weighed out pre-portioned garnishes, stacking metal pans of vegetables and rice onto rolling shelves. Your fingers dug into your apron, face hot with embarrassment.

Izuku sidled up to you, a server with a penchant for gossip. “God, I thought he was going to bite your head off.”

“He thinks he’s such hot shit, I want to punch him in the throat.”

“You get used to it,” Izuku sighed. “He’s got a lot riding on this place.”

“We all do,” you said, turning to Izuku. “We all need this place to succeed, he’s not special.”

“Eh, he’s kind of special…”

“What do you mean?”

Izuku huffed. “Well, he’s a Todoroki, first of all.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow. “You know, of Endeavour Enterprises?”

The gears began to turn in your head. “The fucking weapons contractors?”

“Yeah, I think his dad is the CEO or something.”

You punched the counter, startling him and the nearby staff. “Of course! That’s why he’s such an asshole! He’s a fucking nepo baby!”

“Hey, hey now–” Izuku grabbed your shoulders, turning you away from the curious dishwashers. “It’s not like that.”

“Not like what? He’s an entitled little bitch.”

“Look, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Izuku was whispering now. “But this isn’t exactly a Michelin Star restaurant. This place is mid at best. You think a nepo baby is going to use their family name to work here? No-”

He pulled you by the arm, leading you into the hallway. Under the harsh fluorescent lighting, you could see the bags under his eyes. Izuki continued,“I’m pretty sure he’s blacklisted from the family. There were articles a couple of years ago about how one of the Todoroki sons got arrested, right? That was him.”

“Fuck, the manslaughter charges?”

He nodded. “Exactly. I think he’s got a lot riding on this because of his family. If this doesn’t work out for him, what other choice does he have?”

“Dying?”

Izuku gasped, slapping your arm. “Don’t say that!”

You shrugged. “Whatever. Thanks for telling me, but unless he gets his life together and stops being a vindictive child, I’m not going to back down.”

Izuku chuckled. “You’re too proud for your own good.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “And I’m not even a Todoroki.”

—

The next shift felt like trying to run in a dream. Everything was moving so fast around you and all you could do was push forward, begging your feet to move. The night fell into a blur, so much so that you didn’t even notice when the restaurant closed.

“Y/N.”

Dazed, you look up from your pile of receipts. “Huh?”

“Y/N.” Keigo smiled at you. “We’re all going out, celebrating getting through this shit service. Are you in?”

“Where are we going?”

“The skewer place down the road. They’re open until 4:00am.” Keigo shifted from one foot to the other, clearly itching to leave. “They have two for one shots on Thursdays, come with us.”

“I have to catch the bus home, Keigo, I can’t go out tonight.”

“Come on!” Keigo laughed. “Don’t be so boring. I’ll drive you home! I’m only gonna have one drink and then I need to go home, I open in the morning.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Just one drink?”

Keigo nodded, already picking up your bag from the seat beside you. “One drink. It’ll be good for morale!” He smiled with a gentle familiarity. Having followed him from the last restaurant you worked at, he was crucial in getting you your current job.

“You can just say you want to hang out, Keigo.”

“I want to hang out!” He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. Arms spread, he tilted his head up to the ceiling. “I wanna hang out and drink with my friends! That’s not a crime!”

“Fine,” you chuckled, taking your bag from him. “I’m coming. We can split the two for one shots because we’re poor.”

“Yes!” Keigo pumped his fist, almost skipping towards the door. “Let’s go, the car’s already running and I left it in disabled parking!”

You laughed openly. As you headed out the doors, the cool night air hit like a wall. Your dress shirt was damp with sweat, and you welcomed the breeze whipping against your skin. Clambering into Keigo’s beat up sedan, he rolled down all the windows, wind tangling through your hair as he pulled onto the highway.

—

Having worked with Keigo for years, you should have known that he was not a one drink type of guy. The skewer place had Chinese pop music blasting, and Keigo was red in the face, slurring an order to the server. Bitter from a shitty week, and money in your wallet, you followed suit, pounding down another shot and hissing at the burn.

“Keigo,” you yelled, pulling him closer to you. “How are you gonna open tomorrow? Don’t you start in six hours?”

“It’s okay, breakfast service is easy–” Keigo wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s just eggs like… a billion different ways.”

“Aren’t you allergic to eggs?”

“I’m supposed to be!” Keigo barked out a laugh. “I’ll just- just take skewers to go and eat them in the car for, uh, for breakfast– Hey!” He waved at the server again. “Do you have grape soju?”

Leaning against Keigo, you felt pleasantly drunk, a lazy smile on your face. All around you, restaurant staff crowded the table, eating snacks, joking around, slapping each other on the back in laughter. A group of adrenaline junkie weirdos all revelled in exhausted accomplishment. A server dropped another plate of lamb skewers in the centre of the table, and as you reached for one, it was pulled away.

“Hey–” you looked up.

Touya pulled a skewer between his teeth, placing the wooden stick back onto the table. “Hey yourself.”

“Touya!” Keigo lunged forward, yanking the plate back. “That’s my order!”

“I thought we were ordering for the table,” Touya called back, his voice almost lost in the noise. “Isn’t that why you were pouring beer for yourself?”

“Oops!” Keigo laughed, straining to focus. “Yeah– yeah that’s right, it’s for the table.” He beamed at Touya, confidence overshadowing any sort of social faux pas he’d made. “For you man, anything. Help yourself!”

“All good, Keigo, I was just about to leave,” Touya stood. “You sleeping in your car tonight?”

Keigo nodded. “It’s in the– the alley out back, I’ll sober up before breakfast service, don’t worry.”

“Don’t tell me not to worry, it’s my job.” He jerked his chin to you. “What about the princess here, is she gonna slum it with you in the alley tonight?”

“Oh fuck!” Keigo smacked his head down into his hands, groaning. “Fuck, I was supposed to drive you home!”

“Keigo, it’s okay– it’s okay!” You patted him like a dog. “I can sleep in the car too, it’s fine!”

Keigo grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. “I have betrayed you.. I will never do this again–”

“Yes you will,” you and Touya said in unison. Touya frowned.

Keigo continued, “Touya can drive you home, right? Right, Touya?” He whipped his head to look at him, eyes teary with mock anguish. “You need to get her home safely, you’re responsible enough!”

“W-woah,” you stuttered. “Touya is probably too drunk to drive either, I can’t-”

“I don’t drink.”

You looked over at him as Keigo slumped against you. You thought you misheard over the music. “What?”

Touya repeated himself. “I don’t drink.”

“He doesn’t drink!” Keigo threw his hands up. “Hallelujah, praise Jesus, he’s as sober as a nun! He’ll drive you home!”

“Unless you’re too nervous to get in the car,” Touya pulled up his car keys. “You scared of me?”

“No-” you sputtered. “That’s stupid, I’ll get in the car.”

“Excellent–” Keigo reached for the skewers, taking a hearty bite. “I’ll sleep it off in the car, and you�� you get her home, yeah, Touya?”

“Let’s go,” Touya replied.

An uneasy wariness was harshing your buzz, and you stood. Keigo had already launched into another conversation with Kurogiri– your conversation already slipping from his attention. Hefting your bag onto your shoulder, you followed Touya. Your eyes bored into the backs of his boots, their heavy soles hitting the ground with each step– step— step. You made your way out of the restaurant, and the night seemed deafeningly quiet in comparison. Silent, you trailed him to the end of the parking lot. Pointing the keys at the car, he turned on an angle, boots grinding into the wet concrete. A soft trill pierced the air, and Touya tilted his head to the passenger side door.

“It’s unlocked.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

Easing your way into the seat, the interior smelled like old cigarettes. Touya didn’t play any music, and as he pulled out of the parking lot, he spoke with his eyes on the road. “Where do you live? Put it in the GPS.”

He handed you his phone, and you noticed the cuts and burns on his fingers, silvery smooth under the passing lights. The screen of his phone was split in half with an icy crack, and you typed in your address, thumb grazing over the sharp line.

“Huh,” he set his phone on the dashboard, glancing at the screen. “You live pretty far.”

“Not that far,” you squirmed in your seat. “It’s just one bus.”

“You don’t drive?”

“Cars are expensive.” You kept your eyes on the road. “I’m broke.”

“Yeah, you look broke.”

“Really, Touya?” Your annoyance got the best of you. “Was that necessary?”

“What?”

“Are the snarky little comments necessary?”

“I don’t know,” he turned the wheel, following the gentle curve of the side street. “You got in the car, I feel like this shouldn’t surprise you.”

“If you hate me so much, why did you agree to drive me home?”

“Because Keigo asked.”

You scoffed. “What, you like him enough to overcome your hate for me?”

“I don’t hate you.” The car squeaked gently as he pulled to a stop at the light.

“Yes you do,” your face was red, and you leaned on the centre armrest. “You are so fucking mean to me all the time, you’re so impatient, and whenever I make even the smallest mistake, you don’t let me hear the end of it!”

“Yeah,” Touya murmured. “It’s true.”

“And another thing!” The alcohol was getting to you, and you stuck your finger out at him. “You act like anything going wrong is a personal affront to you! Sometimes people just make mistakes that have nothing to do with you, it’s not that deep!”

“Yeah.” The light turned green and the car started up again. “I know.”

“Yeah! And-” you faltered. “You know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Touya pulled onto the highway, his jaw clenched. “I know that I’m a dick, okay?”

You sat in silence. The map on his phone showed that you’d be driving on the highway for the next five minutes. No turns, no lights, just the road. Touya’s fingers shifted on the wheel.

“Why are you such a dick?” You couldn’t look at him.

“I don’t know,” Touya’s voice was low. “I just am.”

You shook your head. “That’s so weak. You aren’t just a dick, you clearly have some sort of unresolved issues that make you a dick, why don't you just figure your shit out?”

“I’m trying!”

The car swerved slightly, and you were knocked back into your seat.

“Fuck, I’m trying, okay?” Touya glanced at you briefly. “I know– I know I’m a piece of shit, and I know I’m a dick, and I’m trying to be better, it’s just hard.”

“It’s hard to be nice?”

“I don’t know!” Touya raised one hand in frustration. “I’m driving you home, right? That’s nice!”

“What, so you want a medal for driving home the drunk girl?”

“Oh my fucking god,” Touya’s hand slammed back down to the wheel. “You make this so fucking difficult. I-”

“What, I’m the one making things difficult?”

“You just- woah.”

You looked forward at the road, following Touya’s line of sight. In the distance, you saw flashing lights, ambulances pulled to the side, parts of cars strewn in jagged pieces. As you got closer, you could make out the figures of people moving frantically, loading someone onto a gurney. Touya pulled to a stop, the both of you watching in silence. Blood pooled beside a grey car, the front half crunched into the road divider. Several other vehicles were flung at haphazard angles further down the highway, a woman sitting on the ground crying as paramedics wrapped a silver shock blanket around her shoulders.

Your voice was just a whisper. “What happened?”

“Accident.” Touya’s eyes were trained on the ambulance, watching the spinning lights.

“Hey!” A cop jogged over, waving at you. “This road is gonna be closed for a while, you gotta turn around.”

“But-” you started to speak, but Touya started up the engine again.

He lifted his chin in acknowledgement, swinging the wheel to make a u-turn. “We’re leaving.”

“I-”

Touya stepped on the gas, the car jumping to life as he drove away from the scene. Both hands gripping the wheel, he glanced up to see the accident again in his rear view mirror. “I live close to here, we’ll go to my place.”

Somehow you knew not to argue.

—

Touya’s apartment was only a short drive in the opposite direction, off the highway and a few minutes out of the main city. As he unlocked the door, he kicked a bag of cardboard recycling out of the way, keys thrown onto the kitchen counter. There was a pile of dirty laundry covering half the couch, and from here you could see onto the balcony where a rickety folding chair had an ashtray balancing on the armrest.

He dropped his bag onto the floor, going over to the sink. The tap gurgled, and he began to fill a glass. “You want water?”

“Uh, I’m good.” You stood in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other. The apartment was small, definitely not what you’d expected for a Todoroki son. Everything looked old, beaten up, and it smelled faintly of garlic, like someone had sauteed aromatics. You cleared your throat. “I- uh, I’ll wait here for an hour or something and then call a cab, I don’t want to-”

“Nah, stay here.” Touya tipped his head back, his throat bobbing as he chugged down the glass. “It’s not safe on that road at night, you can crash here until it’s morning.”

“It just feels weird to-” you paused. “It feels weird to sleep here.”

“You can have the bedroom,” Touya placed the glass in the sink with a clatter. “It has a lock on it— for privacy. I only changed the sheets a couple days ago, so it isn't too nasty.”

“Touya, are you okay? You seem-”

“Seem what?” He turned to look at you, his tone sharpening.

“You seem-” you swallowed. “Off.”

“Off.” Touya repeated. He barked out a laugh, staring back at the sink. “Off… yeah, I guess you could say I'm feeling off.” He cleared his throat and pointed at the bedroom. “There’s some clean laundry on the bed that I didn’t put away yet, you can just take whatever you need to sleep in. There’s, uh-” he snapped his fingers, like he’d lost his train of thought, before pointing at a door off to the side of the kitchen. “There’s a bathroom over there– also has a lock on the door for, you know-”

“Touya, you don’t have to do all this, I can just leave when-”

“No-” he stepped forward, his voice sounding strangled. “No, just—”

He didn’t finish his sentence. The overhead lighting of the kitchen made his skin look grey, and his furrowed brow cast a shadow over his gaze. You would have never imagined that you’d use the word to describe him, but Touya looked helpless. His eyes searched yours, looking for you to understand something that he hadn’t let himself say. It was uncomfortable to see him like this. Some foreign emotion had taken hold of him, and his desperation made you teeter in your resolve.

“Fine,” you conceded. “I’ll stay.”

His shoulders slumped forward, and he exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath. Whatever version of Touya you’d glimpsed had snapped back under. “Good. If you need to use the toilet or anything, you can go first, I’m probably going to be up for a while anyways.”

“Thanks,” you trailed off, watching as he began to dig through the pantry.

You kicked off your shoes, making your way to the dark bedroom. Just as he’d said, there was a pile of folded clothes at the end of the bed, worn shirts, old socks, and ratty underwear. You winced at the sight. How could Touya, the Touya you knew at least, live such a mundane, grey life? You didn’t turn on the lamp, content to explore in the dim light that shone in from the living room. A bass guitar sat on a stand by the window, covered in dust. A simple chest of drawers was pushed against the wall, a chipped bowl filled with jewellery sitting on top. The closet door was open, and you could make out the shapes of winter coats and button-up shirts. The bedding was all white– simple, with no patterns.

You sat on the bed, the mattress sinking under your weight.

This felt weird.

Setting your phone on the bedside table, you picked through the laundry gingerly, settling on a white t-shirt with a rip near the neck. It felt weird to wear Touya’s clothes, but you wouldn’t be able to sleep in a dress shirt and tie. You set the rest of the clothes on the floor, looking away from the underwear again.

You closed the door, twisting the lock until you heard a soft click. Shedding everything except for your panties, you pulled on the t-shirt. Well-worn, it was soft to the touch. You pulled the elastic from your hair, shaking it out to fall onto your neck. Though your roots were oily, you’d rather die than ask to use the shower. You confirmed that the door was locked, brushing your fingers against the handle in the darkness. Content with your privacy, you went back to the bed, easing your way under the blanket and settling onto the pillows.

It smelled like Touya.

It wasn’t a particularly nasty smell either, unfortunately. It smelled inherently masculine, like the salt of sweat and the woody musk of hair gel. Whatever laundry detergent that he’d used had mostly dissipated. It didn’t smell clean, but it definitely didn’t smell bad.

A clock hanging on the wall showed the time, 3:55AM. Rolling onto your side, you pulled the blanket closer to your chest, eyes feeling heavy as sleep pulled you deeper into the dark night.

—

It was 5:02AM when you woke again. You smacked your mouth several times, your tongue dry. You needed water. Rubbing your eyes, you could see that it was still dark outside, though the black night had softened into a velvety blue. The bedroom also had access to the balcony, city lights shuttered out by a length of pull-blinds. Through the slats, you could make out Touya, sitting in the folding chair, smoking.

Had he not gone to sleep yet?

He took a deep breath, his sharp exhale sending forward a jet of smoke. Though you could only see the back of his head, it seemed like his hand was shaking. He took another puff, dragging his hand down his face.

Would it be okay to get water? Would he hear you if you got out of bed? How long had he been sitting out there? You pushed these thoughts out of your mind, swinging your feet onto the carpet. As you made your way over to the bedroom door, you looked back over your shoulder, watching him light another cigarette.

The water from the kitchen sink was cold on your skin, and you lowered your lips, sipping from the bowl of your cupped palms. Drinking soothed your throat, and you swallowed, taking your fill of the sweet, cool water. Shaking off your hands, you wiped them on the front of the shirt, looking back to the bedroom door, still ajar. Your body was screaming for rest, and as you locked the door behind you, you pulled a knee up onto the mattress before pausing.

Touya was still there, still smoking.

You noticed he had his face resting in his free hand, covering his eyes. Though he kept taking shaky drags from his cigarette, he was hunched forward, elbows resting on the tops of his knees.

You stepped closer. Though you don’t know if it was hungover delirium or morbid curiosity, you peered through the blinds at Touya’s back. The ashtray, now full, sat between his bare feet on the rough floor of the balcony. He was wearing the same black tank top he’d had on at the restaurant, though he’d traded his black chef’s pants for a pair of grey sweats. Your eyes trailed down the back of his neck, catching bits and pieces of tattoos between the blackout shapes he’d covered them with. All down his shoulders and arms, he was covered in black ink, like he’d scorched his whole body.

You watched him take another drag.

You opened the door to the balcony.

“Are you okay?”

Touya startled, the folding chair screeching as he jerked away. The hand holding the cigarette fell to his knee, and he looked at you with bleary red eyes.

His brow furrowed, voice wet. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was,” you leaned against the door. “I just woke up to get some water.”

“Oh.” He lifted the cigarette back to his lips. “Okay, go back to sleep then.”

“Touya, are you okay?” you brought your foot forward, the gravelly ground rough on your toes. “You really don’t seem okay.”

“I’m just–” Touya looked out over the quiet courtyard of the apartment building. “I’m stressed out.”

“Stressed out about what, the restaurant? Or was it the accident we saw?”

Touya brought the cigarette up to his lips, his chest rising as he inhaled. He let it sit in his lungs for a beat, blowing out the smoke in a slow cloud. “The accident.”

“Touya, it’s gonna be okay, there were paramedics on the scene, they know what they’re doing.” You stepped fully onto the balcony. “Do accidents make you uncomfortable? Is it the blood?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s–” he paused. “I’ve been in an accident before.”

You let the words sit with you, crossing your arms to keep yourself warm. “Was it bad?”

“Yeah,” Touya nodded. As he reached the end of his cigarette, he stubbed it out in the ashtray. “It was really bad.”

You watched him play with the top of the cigarette carton, his thumb flicking idly at the edge of the cardboard.

Your voice was level. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Touya’s voice was surprisingly soft in response, like he was genuinely sorry. “No. Not really.”

You nodded. You crouched beside him, picking up stray cigarette butts and piling them delicately into the ashtray. “Yeah, I figured that you wouldn’t want to.”

He chuckled darkly. “Then why’d you ask? Why’d you come out here?”

“Thought it wouldn’t hurt to try,” you said. Strands of your hair fell out from behind your ear, draping in a curtain on the side of your face. “It felt wrong to just watch you sit there without saying anything.”

“You were watching me?”

You frowned. “No. No, I was–” you lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “I just woke up and noticed you were there.”

Touya looked away, nostrils flaring as he smiled. “Uh huh.”

“Oh my god,” you spat. “It’s not like that.”

“Uh huh.”

You swore, dropping a burnt out butt onto the ground again. “Sorry for trying to be a good person and checking on you while you were having a mental breakdown, my bad.”

Touya laughed, his voice hoarse. “You’re such a bitch.”

“You too.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while, Touya fiddling with the cigarette carton, you fiddling with the bottom seam of the shirt. An early morning jogger ran down the sidewalk below you, and you both watched him turn the corner, swiftly leaving your sight.

“Thanks,” Touya murmured. “For checking in on me and shit.”

“You're welcome.”

“It’s nice.”

You turned to look at him again, and this time, his body seemed looser, back straighter. “Yeah, I try to be nice most of the time.”

“I noticed.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. “You notice?”

“Yeah,” he turned to you. “Of course I notice. You’re pretty nice, for the most part. You’re good at training the new people, you’re patient.”

“I try to be,” you nodded.

“Just with me–” he tilted his head. “Just with me you have issues.”

“Yeah, because you’re the only one who antagonizes me.”

Touya huffed. “Yeah, you bring out the worst in me for some reason.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know– just, you get under my nerves in a way nobody else does.”

“Why do you hate me, Touya?” You looked up at him, watching his face change.

“I told you, I don’t hate you.”

“Then why do you talk to me like that?”

“I just–” He was silent again. Even in the low light of the morning, you could see that his pupils were larger, his eyes focused on yours, searching your face for something. He tried again, “I just-”

You brought your leg towards your chest, coming up to kneel at the side of the chair. The gritty concrete of the balcony dug into your knees, and you looked up at Touya, waiting for him to speak. His hair was messy, like he’d been pulling at it all night.

In the quiet, you probed further. “You just?”

“I-” His eyes dropped to your mouth. He took a breath.

You sighed, leaning forward. “Easy, asshole.”

Bringing your lips to his, he met you in a soft kiss. His lips were chapped, and as you pulled back, his tongue darted out, eyes half lidded as he placed his hand at the back of your head. His touch was surprisingly tender, pulling you closer to kiss you again– again– again. He stood, his other hand coming under your chin, tugging you to stand with him. His calloused fingers pressed into your skin as his mouth opened against yours.

You brought your hands to his chest. Palms flat against him, you could feel his heartbeat pounding. Touya held both sides of your face in his grasp, breathing through his nose, as he backed you against the balcony door. Nipping your bottom lip with his teeth, you moaned into his mouth.

“Touya–”

He pulled back, breathless, irritated. “What?”

Your cheeks were pink, and you looked up at him, the taste of cigarettes on your tongue. “Let’s go back inside.”

Tumbling onto the bed, you heard a pile of the folded laundry from earlier topple over. Touya’s breath was heavy, and as you shimmied up the mattress, he hung over you, his body between your legs. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you held him closer, pulling a groan from him as you kissed him deeply.

Touya lowered his hips, weighing heavy on you as he ground against you, lowering his face to suck on your neck. Pinned beneath him, his height seemed a little ridiculous, elbows on either side of your head as his teeth grazed your throat.

You moaned, “Touya-”

“Yeah?” His voice was ragged. “Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck,” you felt his hot breath on your skin, and you lifted your hips, feeling his growing bulge graze your clit through your panties. “I don’t have a condom-”

“Fuck,” Touya rose, kneeling between your legs as he shoved his pants down. “I’ll pull out– I’ll-”

“You better fucking pull out,” you breathed, lifting your hips as he tugged down your underwear. “Or I’ll fucking kill you.”

He laughed. Leaning down to kiss you again, you could feel his cock sliding between your folds, your breath shaking each time the head caught on your clit. His hand pressed down on your stomach, pushing up your borrowed shirt to reveal your chest, nipples hard from the cold air of the outdoors. You whimpered, his eyes trailing down your body in a way that felt obscene.

“Mmmm– fuck,” Touya ground against you. “Your body is so pretty–”

You looked down, whining at the sight of his cock rocking against your pussy. Flushed dark and heavy, everything you could see was wet. Two silver frenum piercings decorated the underside of the fat head, sticky with strings of your arousal. He shifted against you, noting your stare with a grin.

“You like them?”

“Yeah, I like them,” you breathed. “Fuck– they’re so stupid.”

“Shut up,” he ground against your clit again. “Just shut up.”

You spread your legs wider, pulling him down to your chest as he pushed the fat tip of his cock into you, wincing at the stretch. He hissed, taking a deep breath as he forced you open, your pebbly, gummy walls sucking him in.

“Babyy–” he groaned, bucking into you, easing himself in, inch by inch. He hissed again. “Fuck– you been keeping this tight little thing hidden from me?”

You moaned, feeling the metal piercings dig into you. “Touya– fuck, slow down-”

He panted, digging his fist into the blanket in frustration. “Shit– you’re just– your little pussy is fighting me-”

“Don’t–” you swung your head to the side. “Don’t say shit like that to me-”

“Why?” He teased. “You embarrassed?

“It’s just so– fuck-” your face flushed. “It’s vulgar.”

“You like it though,” he brought his lips to your ear, his voice dropping an octave. “You like when I talk about how tight your cunt is, don’t you? You like that it hurts in the beginning-”

Touya continued, rolling his hips. “You like getting fucked like this. I can feel it.” Sitting back on his heels, he ran his hands down your body. “Look at you all fucking stretched out, huh? Pretty girl.”

You arched your back to meet his touch, Touya’s fingers digging into the plush of your hips to yank you down onto his cock. As he filled you, you could feel him hitting your cervix, the piercings digging into you in a way that made you feel incredibly sensitive.

“Oh fuck–” you grasped at the sheets beneath you. “Don’t-”

“What, you gonna piss or something?” He smirked, his words biting. “Don’t worry, baby, I fuck nasty.”

You swore, covering your face. He laughed again, revelling in the sight of you coming apart beneath him. Gripping your waist, his thumbs pressed into the sides of your stomach, the soft skin giving under his firm touch. The muscles in his arms tensed, and Touya lifted your body as he fucked you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Huh?” He shook your body like a doll. “How long I’ve wanted you to bitch at me while you’re getting fucked open on my dick?”

He could see you looking down, looking at where your bodies met— where he was pushing into you.

“So mean to you?” he continued. “So– ffucking mean to you– you needed me to be mean to your hole, bitch.”

You shivered, eyes rolling back as Touya pounded into you. “You’re such– such an asshole.”

“An asshole who’s in your stomach right now,” Touya grunted. He smiled, his tongue sticking out between his teeth. “Huh? Am I so mean to you now? Am I so mean–” he tapped your face with his fingers repeatedly. “–to you now? Huh? Answer me, bitch.”

You felt your orgasm building in your gut, and you craned your neck to look at Touya, eyes watering. “Fuck me, Touya– f-fuck me like you hate me-”

“You always say the most romantic shit-” his laugh was breathy as he exhaled. He held onto you with one hand, the other grabbing your jaw. He yanked your face forward, making you look at him as he fucked into you. Pupils blown out, you brought both hands to his forearm, nails scraping his skin as you scrambled against his control.

“Oh fuck– you stupid bitch-”

“You’re a piece of shit, Touya-”

“Yeah, take it– fucking take it-” Touya was sweating from exertion, his lanky body dwarfing yours as he hunched over you. “Take it– take my cock–”

“Fucking piece of shit-”

He brought his hand lower, wrapping his thin fingers around your throat. “What you say to me?”

Tears began to well in your eyes, the head of Touya’s cock bruising your cervix as he hatefucked you. Your voice came out as a croak, unable to speak until he let go, letting you gasp for air.

“Fuck-” you coughed. “Fuck you.”

“Slut.” He brought his hand up, striking you across the face. “Fucking dumb slut.”

You moaned, back arching in reaction. Touya slammed into you with each thrust, your wet pussy splitting open to take his girth. Each time he pulled out, the sloppy insides of your cunt flipped in his direction, the thin ring of pink disappearing as your cunt greedily sucked him back.

“I’m gonna cum-” you sobbed. “I’m gonna fucking cum-”

“Yeah–” Touya’s palm dropped to rub circles onto your clit. “Yeah– make a fucking mess on it baby, Make a fucking mess on daddy's dick, pretty girl-”

You cried out, bucking against Touya’s hand as you came. The muscles in your body tensed, and you could feel the piercings on his cock slamming against your inner walls. As Touya kept fucking you, your body shook, hips jerking as you squirted– again– again. Every thrust of his hips knocked it out of you, slick and wet between your bodies.

“Fuck!” Touya choked. “Oh fuck– oh fuck, oh fuck-”

You moaned his name, head rolling back.

Touya swore, pushing you off of him with shaking hands. Grabbing his cock, he jerked it over your stomach, panting and moaning, “Fuck– I’m gonna-”

He spilled on your tits, shooting hot cum over your chest and onto the bunched up shirt as his body shivered. Fist slick with his seed, he pressed the head of his cock against your stomach, pushing up on his shaft as he panted hard, shooting over and over.

You choked out another cry, feeling Touya’s cum dripping down your breasts and onto the blanket in rivulets.

His cock twitched, and Touya dropped forward, his free arm pressing into the bed by your head to keep from crushing you. He swallowed, his laugh dry and strained.

“You ever squirt like that before?”

You looked up at him, woozy. Gathering the saliva in your mouth, you spat in his face. As he wiped it out of his eye, he shook it off his hand, open mouth curling into a smirk. “Didn’t fucking think so.”

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Note: Touya is a mentally ill, toxic piece of shit, and this fic is going to get darker, so be prepared! Love you, bye!

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