𐙚Toji Fushiguro ⋆ enemy. (2)

Exactly two weeks had passed since the incident at the party, and Toji had been on pins and needles the entire time. The memory of the softness of her lips, the sweet taste of mint and alcohol on her tongue. It drove him crazy, so mad that now, looking at {{User}}, he wanted to repeat that kiss again.

Every thought at three in the morning brought him back to her. The way her skin felt under his fingers, the way she responded aggressively to the kiss, pushing Toji's tongue with her own as if it weren't about love, but another battle, and Toji liked it.

With {{User}}, the kiss was sweeter than honey, because even there was pure hatred that she gave him.

His head hit the soft pillow again, as if he were trying to push the memory away and move on, but it clung to him like a pesky fly and wouldn't go away. His cock was already hard, leaking into the fabric of his sweatpants, making everything inside them uncomfortably sticky, but Toji ignored it, continuing to stare at the ceiling as if there he might see the answers to the feelings he was beginning to feel. Not love. Something more animalistic, a desire to possess, to keep only himself.

"What have you done to me, {{User}}?" - a hoarse voice rang out in the silence, addressed to no one in particular. He looked down at the hard lump, the fabric on his thigh slightly darkened by the absorption of all that dirty fluid. - "As soon as you came back, my seemingly perfect life fell apart."

A large hand settled heavily on his hard cock. He felt the hard length, the sweet pulsation, and couldn't help but imagine what {{User}} would look like there. On top of him. So small and perfect, with that hateful glint in her eyes that Toji loved so much. How her hips would move, her nails clawing at his chest, as if it were both punishment and salvation. The sounds she would make when orgasm hit her, how tightly she would squeeze around him and how long she wouldn't let go.

Toji's jaw clenched as he squeezed his cock tighter in his hand, the heaviness was unbearable, his balls ached with the desire to release himself deep inside this bitch and he didn't give a damn about the consequences if it meant that she would be his forever.

But then, with all his might, Toji pulled his hand away, his breathing heavy, his green eyes glittering in the dim moonlight that filtered into the room through the open window. - "No. I don't intend to waste my sperm like that." - A chuckle escaped his lips as, with the soft creak of the bed, he stood up and walked toward the bathroom. He needed a cold shower. - "I'll be patient so she can get her full luggage."

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Another heated argument broke out between Toji and {{User}}. It all started when their gym classes somehow merged. Generally, Toji was only too happy to see the younger girls wet and out of breath, but most of all, he wanted to see {{User}} in that state. A few jokes, a few jostling kicks, a few sharp glances, and then they were back in a verbal battle to the death.

"Meatball, were you that offended by my joke about your ass?" - Toji teased, leaning closer to the girl, and the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat made Toji almost roll his eyes in pleasure. - "It's not my fault that your ass looks weird in those shorts. Maybe you should put on pants? You know..." - He fell silent, assessing her reaction. Of course, it was a lie just to get her full attention. Her ass looked so perfect in those shorts that even Sukuna behind him couldn't hold back a whistle. Toji kept catching the bastards' glances at her when she bent over, when she ran, when she just stood in place, and from this, that familiar feeling was already rising inside him.

Their gazes met, and Toji's heart stopped for a moment. Yes... this was it. His favorite part. The way her eye twitched, the way she bit the inside of her cheek, thinking up an even more caustic retort. And to add fuel to the fire, Toji smiled wider, leaning almost to {{User}}'s ear, his throaty whisper touching the sensitive skin. - "What is it, meatball? Anything to say?"

Her small hand struck him in the chest with incredible force, so hard that his breath hitched, but Toji remained standing, allowing her to do so. It was as if... he loved the way it felt, her anger, hatred, irritation. It was such a sweet feeling that Toji could only have cum in his pants from it.

But then her words, sharp and cold as a knife blade, yet filled with that playful note, made Toji freeze. «Need I remind you that it was YOU who kissed me and rubbed your dick against me like a puppy two weeks ago?» Toji seemed to be holding his breath, the memories washing over him like a wave. He was lost in her taste and sensations in the middle of the party. The greed with which he had finally begun to cling to her, the way his hard cock pressed against her soft thigh, just to ease the pain. How she had laughed afterwards, looking into his eyes, and Toji could only be lost.

A hot, embarrassing sensation turned the skin on the back of his neck red. He pulled away from her as if she were on fire. Puppy. That bitch called him a puppy as if she already had power over him. And somewhere deep inside, Toji knew...she had power.

He inhaled loudly, his nostrils flaring with rage as he clenched his fists tighter in an attempt to maintain his pride and status in her eyes. He was a hot son of a bitch. Toji Fushiguro, after all! Every bitch wanted and begged for his cock. He would never kneel before some worthless whore.

"Ha! How highly you think of yourself." - His large hand lightly patted her soft cheek, his gaze sharp as he lowered his voice, squeezing her jaw until it throbbed. - "If I had known that the new transfer student was you, I would have calmed my dick even before it had time to flinch." - He said this as if he were trying to prove it not even to her, but to himself. After all, from the very first day, as soon as he saw her again, already so grown up and beautiful, his interest in everyone else instantly waned.

Toji lowered her jaw, but his fingers lingered on the soft skin. The sight of her skin turning slightly red where his fingers pressed harder made him chuckle quietly. The thought of how easy it was to leave a mark on her made his blood boil. But then he turned away, as if to signal the end of the conversation.

And yet, the way she called him “Puppy” made Toji feel an incomprehensible desire for her to do it again, in that same tone, with that same look full of hatred.

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Toji was drunk. The last joint seemed to have knocked the last of his sanity out of him, causing everything to spin before his eyes. He couldn't see the face of the woman currently trying to raise his cock. A squelching, slurping sound made him mutter something under his breath as his fingers tangled in the stranger's hair. She had been kneeling between his legs for the last twenty minutes, and it was all to no avail; his cock refused to work no matter how deeply the woman took his soft member into her mouth.

"Not that..." - Toji protested drunkenly, pulling strands of hair over his fist. - "That's not what I need. Your mouth is some kind of crap." - He jerked the girl's head back sharply and she squealed and grabbed his hand, trying to free herself, but Toji held on tight. He would decide when to let her go. - "If you don't know how to suck, don't take it on. More slurping than work, do you think that's exciting?" - Through the fog, he saw tears streaming down her cheeks, her lower lip trembling, and this amused Toji as he threw it aside as if it were no longer needed.

Toji stood up, lifting his pants and buttoning them back up with a disappointed look. Sukuna, who was already being jumped on by some random girl, glanced at Toji, bowing his head slightly. - "What's wrong, bro? Didn't it work?" - he purred cheerfully, slapping one hand against the girl's soft buttock, and she sped up the movement of her hips with those ear-piercing moans. - "Or maybe because it wasn't her?" - the hint in Sukuna's voice made Toji cringe.

Toji glared at his friend. The sight before him was familiar, yet for some inexplicable reason, suddenly repulsive. His voice was a furious snarl. - "Don't mention her in this place, Sukuna." - He hoped Sukuna wouldn't hear the threatening tone in Toji's voice. It was as if the mere thought of her name being mentioned in this filthy place was doing something unpleasant to Toji.

Sukuna just laughed, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. - "Oh, of course, of course." - He thrust his hips upward and leaned back contentedly on the sofa, now looking down at how the girl's pussy engulfed his cock. - "And yet... it seems they put a chastity ring on your dick. But you can't see it yet." - Sukuna's words made Toji take one aggressive step toward the door. He needed fresh air. He needed to clear his head and get his thoughts in order.

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But when he came to, he realized he'd just climbed through the picture window of the women's dorm where {{User}} lived. He nearly tripped, clearly lost in his thoughts about how and when he'd ended up there. It was as if his feet had led him to where he should be. The thought made him sick, because the realization that Sukuna's words had some kind of meaning, and the hints of truth were offensive.

Well, as soon as he caught a whiff of her scent, his cock started to move. They sucked him off for twenty minutes and there was no result, but only the scent of {{User}} was able to awaken what even the bitch's hot mouth couldn't.

But there was also a different scent in the room. Alien. {{User}}'s roommate.

But Toji's drunken mind didn't seem to care. He simply wanted to be next to the one he thought he hated. And he did! With all his heart! But now, for some reason, he lay down in her bed next to her. He hugged her waist, pressing himself closer, and buried his nose in her shoulder as if he belonged there.

He exhaled. Content. She was so warm and soft, sleeping. Defenseless. He heard the girl on the other bed turn over, but it didn't attract Toji's attention. On the contrary, the adrenaline starting to burn in his blood pushed him to even more dangerous actions. The danger of being seen here, next to her, in a room he definitely shouldn't be in, made him whole, alive. Next to her.

He pressed his chest harder against her back. His lips pressed against the warm skin of her shoulder as he tasted her. - "It's not safe to open the windows at night, even if your room is on the third floor. You know, things are different," - he muttered into her skin, as if he weren't the same bastard who'd entered the room without permission and was now doing vile things to his enemy's sleeping body.

His hand moved up her waist, brushing against her breast. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of her ribs, and he felt how softly it trembled even in her sleep. This reaction... he liked. His lips pressed to the curve of her neck, his tongue darting out to trace a thin, hot trail, finishing with a soft kiss that made {{User}}'s hips move slightly, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips, causing his cock to become rock hard.

"So sensitive," - Toji purred, pressing his cock against her buttocks. He couldn't help but groan at the friction, which made him momentarily weak. He wanted to fuck her until her legs gave out, until her neighbor woke up and gasped at the sight of him thrusting his cock into {{User}} like an animal during mating. - "Call me 'puppy' again, it sounds so sweet coming from your lips." - The fingers of his free hand touched her lips. Toji pressed harder, causing her mouth to open slightly, and with a satisfied sound, he stuck his fingers inside, feeling the moisture and warmth. His eyelashes fluttered as he thrust his hips against her again. The clothes were the only shield that prevented Toji from taking her right now. - "Wake up. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll fuck you in your sleep." - The body behind them moved again, but Toji didn't care.

After that night and the long animal sex that almost made Toji and {{User}} the stars of the entire university, if {{User}} hadn't managed to react in time when her roommate named Jersey almost caught them red-handed 2 months passed. And it was here that something new, something forbidden, was revealed between the two childhood enemies.

Sex was incredible for Toji. Humiliation, biting, choking, hitting, and much more, all of which {{User}} was no match for him. Each time they fucked like it was their last, until they both collapsed, wet and exhausted. They literally sucked the energy out of each other. It wasn't just sex, it was a war where neither was willing to give in first.

But then something happened that Toji didn't foresee, or perhaps simply didn't think about: that {{User}} would ever look at another man while she had Toji. But now, for the past hour, Toji hasn't been able to take her eyes off the photo. It's an Instagram story. {{User}} and next to her, some guy lovingly kissing her right on the cheek. The caption, «Happy first day of your relationship!» tugged at something inside, making her fingers tighten around the small gadget.

The blood in his veins was cold, Toji studied the face of the guy next to her as if he could destroy this bastard through the screen. - "Impossible..." - Toji growled, feeling a wave of pure rage fill him, the urge to hit something, or rather someone, making his hands itch like a drug addict who needs his next fix.

Suddenly the surface of the sofa next to him sagged with a pitiful creak. Sukuna lounged comfortably next to him, holding a bottle of lemonade. Taking another sip, his red eyes glanced curiously at Toji. Sukuna leaned a little closer, trying to see what his friend had been staring at for so long. Then a soft whistle escaped his lips, causing Toji's bloodshot eyes to glance away as the other man rested his chin on his shoulder. - "Looks like someone's little toy escaped. A bird fluttered from its nest, huh, Toji?"

"Shut your mouth, or I won't be responsible for myself for three seconds." - Toji's hoarse voice was enough to convey the open threat. But Sukuna, enjoying the situation, didn't listen.

"It's so strange, the excellent Toji couldn't keep the little girl by his side. And how does it feel?"

"Bitch, I said shut your mouth!" - Toji stood up abruptly, and the bottle of lemonade in Sukuna's hands crashed to the floor, clearly slipping from the other man's fingers.

The two stared silently at the yellowish liquid staining the carpet and the shattered glass. Toji was breathing heavily, his large chest rising and falling aggressively. Sukuna added fuel to the fire. - "This looks just like your relationship with {{User}}." - Toji's fingers snapped against Sukuna's jaw.

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A month passed. It seemed Toji's life, which had only just gotten better, was starting to fade again. No one brought him the same feelings as {{User}}. But that little brat, after she'd gotten into a relationship with that bastard whose name he'd learned by accident (not because he'd been browsing his social media all night). Adam, that fucking name. She cut off all contact with Toji, ignored him within the university walls even when he managed to pin her down in an attempt to get her angry, and she only left bored, saying that she didn't have time for this kindergarten.

And so every day became more and more gray and unpleasant. Parties, alcohol, girls—it was all wrong. It wasn't it. And Toji was angry.

He was angry that he could still remember the taste of {{User}} on his tongue. He was angry that he remembered the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the scent he allowed to linger on his clothes or hair. He was angry that he remembered every moment of their nights together, wild, passionate, and insane.

Because now nothing could compare to her. All the girls were obedient, boring, there was no fire. Not the same scent, not the same voice, not even the same feeling of nails on his back. With every part of his soul, he hated that he had become so attached to anyone. And especially to her.

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Toji didn't know what to do with himself. Another monotonous day. A dull ache in his heart that he'd been studiously ignoring for so long. His gaze caught on some small nerd frantically rummaging through his things, searching for something. Well...at least it would brighten his day a little. He was already heading toward the poor guy when a sound caught his attention. Something quiet, something they tried hard to hide, but failed miserably. Cry.

Toji paused, curious. The door led to the physics lab, which was often empty. His spirits soared with the anticipation of teasing some girl who'd apparently gotten a bad grade and was now moping around in solitude. But as soon as he glanced through the small window on the door, his heart sank. He'd recognize this man's silhouette even if he lost his sight.

{{User}}.

Crying. What the hell?!

He jerked the handle sharply, startling the girl inside the classroom. The doors slammed shut behind him as he quickly walked toward her. For the first time in his life, he saw her sobbing, and for some reason, it was... unpleasant. He should have said something harsh, something unpleasant. But instead, his hands settled on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears even as she tried to push him away.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" -Questions poured out of him, his excitement hard to hide. She nudged him, telling him to get out, but he didn't take a step back, continuing to wipe away the tears he so didn't want to see on her cheeks. - "Answer me! Why are you crying? Because of Adam?!" - At the sound of his name, Toji saw {{User}} first freeze, her eyelashes flutter, and a new wave of tears roll down her eyes, letting Toji know perfectly well that he'd guessed correctly.

Toji's jaw clenched as he wrapped one arm around the woman's trembling shoulders and pulled her toward him with the other. His back pressed against the teacher's desk as he sat down and allowed {{User}} to sit on his lap. Toji let her sob into his chest now, without asking unnecessary questions or offering other words of comfort; he somehow knew she didn't need it. But he also allowed her to be weak now, without judgment or ridicule.

Sharp eyes slowly rose to the closed door, and Toji's embrace tightened around {{User}}. Now Toji's gaze met Adam's through the thin glass of the door window. The tension was palpable in his body, the way he now protected what was his. And no bastard would ever come closer to her again, because Toji wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't lose her again.