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I love it so much, Admin Jade, it’s hot and sexy, but beautiful and sweet at the same time, especially the ending ♡

Takao - Bad Boy Bet

So, this ended up LONG because I really wanted to play up the seduction part. I’m actually pretty proud of this one so I hope you like it. Requester asked to remain anon so I’m posting this separate from the ask.

“You know, you’re pretty cute.” Takao could see his proclamation flustered as much as irritated his intended target, the wallflower he’d been eyeing since orientation. She was just so frickin’ adorable when she blushed, her whole face turning a lovely shade of pink.

“Who asked you anyway?” she shot back, voice muffled by the cup she drank bad beer from.

“No one, but then again, I give my opinion for free, it’s part of my charm,” he asserted, wiggling his eyebrows. He fought down a blush of his own as she eyed him up and down.

“Charm? You call this,” she waved her hand back and forth in an obscure manner over his jean and leather jacket clad body, “charm? More like a sad attempt at delinquency. I can see right through your act. You’re all talk.”

Snickers behind him drew out Takao’s own red pigment. “Hey, I’m just trying to start a friendly conversation,” he remarked, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Liar,” she quipped back, taking another drink.

Takao paused, mouth open and finger up in the air to refute but then dropped his shoulders, a slight huff of laughter blowing out of his lips. “Alright, you caught me,” he confessed, eyes regaining their mirthful glow. He leaned forward, crowding her further against the wall. She could feel her pulse racing at his proximity but held his gaze. “But I’m not the only one lying here.”

“Oh? And what, pray tell, am I lying about?”

“The fact that you find me attractive,” he retorted quickly. “In fact, I’m willing to bet that before the end of the semester, not only will you succumb to my charms,” he leaned all the way forward, chest pressing against hers and breath fanning the sensitive flesh of her neck, “You’ll be cumming for me.”

“Not in your wildest dreams, asshole,” she hissed pushing past him.

Watching her walk away, Midorima asked, “So that’s the one you were talking about?”

“Yep, that’s her,” Takao sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re wasting your time. Clearly, she’s out of your league,” commented his green haired companion.

“Shin-chan, you wound me!” exclaimed Takao. Then his eyes narrowed again, lips playing up into a smirk. “Besides, the chase is half the fun.”

A week later found her in the library, head buried in a book, jotting down notes to be revised later.

“Find anything interesting?”

The voice near her ear almost made her shout in surprise, but fear of retribution from the troll of a librarian kept her mostly mum. Her eyes shot to Takao’s face. “What the hell do you want?”

“Hello to you too, ______-chan. Are you always this pleasant, or am I just lucky?”

“I don’t have time for your games, Takao-kun, kindly leave me be,” she grumbled.

Hands on her shoulders made her jump, but a moment later she was holding back a moan of appreciation as Takao kneaded the stiff sinew of overstressed muscles. “So tight, ______-chan,” he whispered in her ear, breath tickling the baby hairs of her neck making her shiver despite herself. “You really need to learn to relax every once in a while.” He pressed harder, fingers working magic. “You know, I can do a much more thorough job of relaxing you if you come back to my place,” he offered lowly, tone full of salacious intent.

That snapped her back to herself. Standing quickly, she shoved books into her bag, pausing only to harshly whisper, “Touch me again and I’ll break your knuckles punk.”

Watching as she hurried away, Takao collapsed into the chair left vacant by her exit with a sigh. “At least she acknowledges I’m a punk,” he snorted.

“I really should have earned a few brownie points up front,” he began without preamble as he sat across from her in the formerly quiet corner of the campus café a few days later. For irony’s sake, he brought a brownie, setting it down and pushing it towards her. Starved because of an oversight regarding time for breakfast, she shoved a piece of it in her mouth, washing down the bite with luke-warm coffee. “I mean, I did give you a heads up,” he continued when she didn’t reply to his opening line.

Sighing, she slammed her book closed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shrugged. “Well, you know, usually in situations like this one, the girl is unsuspecting of the bet because it’s made between two dudes. And then she’s all, “he likes me, he really cares” blah, blah, blah, when really all he wants is to get in her pants.” He met her eyes. “At least with me you know my end game exactly. I want to screw you. And I’m damn good at it too, so why continue this game of cat and mouse?”

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before opening them once more. Her finger crooked in a motion to come closer surprised him but Takao wasn’t about to let even the littlest chance of wearing her down pass him by. Complying, he leaned further over the table, their faces inches from one another’s. From this distance, he could see the nuances of freckles on her face and was gratified to see something akin to amusement in her eyes where previously there’d only been hostility and annoyance. Reaching forward, she touched his cheek gently, mouth parting to say, “Takao, I can assure you, if you were so blessed as to have me in your bed, you would be the one falling for me.”

Her assertion made his pulse race, a thick knot in his throat appearing that he swallowed involuntarily; neither were missed by her. “But since that’s never going to happen,” she continued, taking the rest of the brownie before standing up, “I guess you’re safe from having your heart broken.”

Takao leaned back in his chair, heart thundering against his ribcage. Her confidence elevated her from a cute, quick screw to a fucking sexy piece of sweet ass he couldn’t wait to tear into.

Another week passed by, Takao practically driving Midorima up the wall with his endless chatter about how he had to have _______, his plans of how to obtain the object of his now obsession becoming more and more ridiculous.

“You could always try being a gentleman,” offered his roommate.

“Heh? Me?”

Midorima looked at him again. “You’re right, that’s too much to ask for. Seriously Takao, you should give up, this has moved from slightly amusing to sadly pathetic.”

“It would only be pathetic if what she said is true and it’s not. I haven’t fallen for her. No, this isn’t pathetic, it’s persistent. I’m not going to lose.”

“Well, all is fair in love and war and you’ve definitely chosen quite the opponent in _______-san,” Midorima confirmed before walking out the door, leaving Takao to his own devices.

Takao flopped down on his bed, a frustrated sigh exiting his lips. What could he do? He knew over all he was a cocky bastard (pun intended and Izuki would be proud he thought with a smirk) but he’d also been told he was good in bed. He wasn’t selfish, he actually really enjoyed giving pleasure as much as getting it. It was an odd point of pride for him, since with most other things (other than basketball) he was mediocre. Rolling over he grabbed his phone, its blue light illuminating his face as he scrolled through his list of contacts. He’d coerced her number out of a mousy freshman, one of the girls in ________’s study group.

Like he said, he knew he was a bastard.

In her room, _________ sat exhausted with glazed eyes staring at her project. The words just weren’t coming and she’d lost focus long ago. Yawning, she stood with the intention of taking a shower, hoping a mundane task would help get her creativity flowing again when the chime of her cell phone drew her attention back to the desk.

Against her home screen were the words: What’re you doing?

Since the number was unknown she thought perhaps she’d been texted in error but amended that consideration when another text followed quickly after: This is Takao btw

Groaning, she unlocked the screen sending back: How did you get my number?

I have my ways.

Underhanded no doubt. It’s rude to gain people’s private numbers without their permission. I have no desire to talk to you.

This isn’t talking, it’s texting, way different.

Despite her best effort not to, she snorted.

I know you just laughed, I can sense it. So, now that we’re on a bit friendlier terms, I’ll ask again. What’re you doing?

Sighing she fell back against the mattress of her bed. She was looking for a distraction any way and what could be the harm in texting with Takao for a bit? As much as she didn’t like him, he could be entertaining. A sly grin tilted her lips; she could tease him a bit this way. Much as she didn’t want to encourage him to hope, getting him riled up and then leaving him horny and frustrated did sound like fun.

Was just about to take a shower

There was a pause in his reply making her giggle. He really was such a horn dog it was easy to press his buttons. A moment later, three dots appeared followed by: Are you naked yet?

She rolled her eyes, sending back: No, I was rudely interrupted

Back in his dorm, Takao considered his options. This was the most he’d gotten to her to “talk” to him since he started this whole thing. Difficult as it was to interpret tone through text, he had the impression she was feeling playful and he could use that to his advantage. It wasn’t his preferred method of seduction but it would have to do.

I have a proposition for you

Another one?

Funny, but I’m serious

You? Serious? This must be good. What is it?

Ok, but you have to be 100% honest, no cheating, understand?

I can’t understand unless you tell me

Fair enough. Anyway, my proposition is this: if, right now, during our conversation I’m able to turn you on at all you have to let me have you.

Her thumb faltered in reply, eyes widening at his brazen offer. He wanted…to sext with her? This was…dangerous. She’d already been feeling the need for pressure release, her own hand doing a good enough job but there was nothing compared to the feel of a body pressed against her, hands roaming her curves, lips kissing her-

Shit, she was turning herself on just thinking about having sex. And the longer she considered the fantasy randomly started in her head, the more the nameless, faceless male morphed into…Takao.

“Damn it,” she hissed tossing her phone away. This was too risky, not to mention risqué. She’d promised herself never to write down something which could be used against her later and sexting with Takao of all people was out of the question. Her eyes darted back to the phone. Should she admit that she was already turned on? That she could feel the burn of longing between her thighs and he hadn’t even said anything remotely dirty? Only suggestive?

Was he really that good?

Shaking her head, she decided on another avenue and picked up the phone once more.

The sound of his ring tone made Takao startle, his eyes widening when he saw just who it was calling.

“Well hello there,” he cooed over the line.

“Hey,” came her surprisingly short reply. Normally she’d be laying into him so he already felt he was gaining ground with her. Before he could ask the reason of her call she went on, “I’m not willing to sext but…I’ll agree to your terms if you do it this way.”

“This way being…phone sex?”

“Technically it’s phone attempt at seduction. So, are you game or not?”

He grinned. “Oh baby, I’m game. I’m so game, I’m hard just hearing your voice.” If she was affected by him, she hid it well. Silence continued so he went on, “Alright, usually with phone sex there’s a give and take but I’ve got a dirty enough mind and mouth for the both of us. Just lay there and enjoy. But remember,” he paused taking a deep breath, “if you get turned on, you have to tell me.”

“If I have to tell you, then really how good are you?” she teased back.

“Oh, this is already going well. Shall we get started?”

“Make your best move, Takao-kun.”

Takao took a deep breath. “First, I’m gonna take off your shirt. Nice and slow, the material tickling lightly over your skin waking up your nerve endings. They want me to touch them, to caress them.”

Across the campus her shirt did come off, the coolness of the room hardening her exposed nipples.

“Next I’d take off your bra, tossing it to the floor, leaving your breasts exposed to my touch. I’d palm them, molding and massaging, tweaking your nipples sending sensation pooling to your cunt.”

She couldn’t stop a breathy moan from escaping her lips and he smirked. Got her, hook, line and sinker in the first two minutes, that had to be a new record. “I can hear you like that, baby,” he confirmed. “How would you like my lips on your nipple? Sucking, teeth nipping, my hand caressing and grasping the other?”

Lost to the sensation of her own hand she whimpered, “Ye…yes.”

Takao stood quickly, the fire in his blood making a jacket unnecessary. He walked briskly down the stairs, but quietly so as not to bring her to suspicion. “When I’m done with your breasts, I move down, kissing your stomach, licking your navel, tasting every bit of skin that I can. You arch into my touch with want, only I can give you what you need.” He could hear her breathing increase. “Are you touching yourself, _________?”

“Yes,” she moaned and he had to pause to adjust himself.

“Such a bad girl,” he growled, racing across the campus, which was an interesting feat considering the firmness of his dick. He paused in the stairwell of her dorm, voice low and husky. “Imagine your fingers are my tongue. I’m licking you just the way you like, making you squirm, your hips canting up with each lap. I’ll bet you can just see me, smiling up from between your legs, bringing you to nirvana.”

“Oh god, Takao,” she whispered, the sound her sex audible through the line; she must have put him on speaker so both her hands could be free.

“You want me, don’t you _________? You want my tongue on your cunt, my skilled hands touching your flesh. Tell me! Tell me you want me!”

“I want you Takao,” she cried and he could hear her through her door where he stood outside her room.

“Open the door, baby, I’m here.”

She rushed to the door, flinging it open. Takao took in the sight of her, hair mussed from moving her head back and forth across her pillow, fingers slightly sticky with the drying juices of her core. Her eyes were wide, irises blown black with lust and longing. He wasted no time and slammed the door behind him, tearing off his shirt and shucking his jeans in under fifteen seconds. When his cock sprung free he groaned in relief.

His hands clenched the waistband of her shorts, yanking them off before he shoved her on the bed. Without pause he drove between her legs, tongue licking from base to clit.

“Takao!” she shouted, fingers clenching his hair roughly. He didn’t stop, rolling his tongue over her clit mercilessly, driving her desire, making her soaked. He needed her ready and loose so he pushed two fingers in, scissoring to stretch for his entrance. Her hips rolled up, back arching severely under the power of his manipulation. “Takao….Takao…please.”

He moaned appreciation against her lips, pulling away and wiping the slick of her core from his mouth. Shooting up her body, he latched onto a pert nipple sucking hard. She squealed, body writhing beneath him. He covered her mouth with his in a deep, long kiss before whispering against them, “I’m going to fuck you now,” then he thrust his cock deep into her warmth.

“Kaz…unari,” she whimpered and he nearly came right there.

“That’s right, say my name, baby, say it!”

“Kazunari!”

Her voice was loud and wanton, the feel of her skin divine. Takao reveled in the sensation of her nails dragging trenches in the flesh of his back. He thrust forward again then pulled away, back and forth in a bruising pace against her. The bed squeaked as the headboard smacked violently against the wall, the smell of sex filling his nostrils. Takao was so turned on, so needful of release that it hurt. Reaching down, he swiveled his fingers against her clit.

“Oh god, yes!” she shouted, pulling him closer.

“That’s it baby, come you wanna cum? You wanna cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Then do it, cum hard!”

A keening wail exited her mouth, body tensing, her inner walls squeezing his dick. “Fucking hell,” he spat, pulling out just before he exploded. Much as he loathed to leave the confines of her sex, he didn’t want to risk any accidents happening. His breathing labored, sweat glistening on his brow as he grabbed a nearby towel and wiped up the mess on her thighs.

She rolled over, sated, and fell asleep. Looking at her in such a peaceful state, Takao felt a warmth emanate from his chest outward. And when he realized what it was he cursed. “Damn it, she was right.” But he would deal with that another time. For now, all he wanted was to snuggle to her back and sleep.

So that’s exactly what he did.

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