𐙚 Toji ⋆ rival

Summer had finally arrived. In general, it didn't play a big role for Toji, since he had been doing everything but studying the entire school year. But now he finally felt that complete freedom from everything, from getting up at six in the morning just to sleep in during lectures.

And then there was the proposal that they discussed for a long time in the chat. A vacation at sea, a few days. They've already found a nice house where they can do whatever they want. All that's left is to give your consent to be put on the list and hand over any amount of money you can. And Toji, who was already on first-name terms with parties, couldn't refuse. Especially not when he saw the name {{User}} on the list of people who wanted to join.

And now they were riding in a bus, quiet music was playing from the speakers on the driver's side, no one was paying attention to it and Toji understood why. They were close to their goal, to that incredible rest that was waiting for them ahead, to that fun that would definitely make everyone go crazy and overdose on alcohol, and of course, drugs that someone had definitely taken secretly. Toji was one of those guys. It would be hard for him to spend all these days without the snow-white streaks that he happily inhaled from some girl's chest. The drugs were bad, but they got him high.

He watched as someone slept as if wanting to rest in advance before the crazy night, a large group of girls showed photos of their swimsuits and Toji of course looked in to see the beautiful sight with his own eyes, causing someone to giggle quietly. Someone feverishly tried to remember if they had forgotten anything, but it would be too late to go back. He liked this atmosphere, something light and pleasant.

But there was also tension. Almost imperceptible, but he felt it. {{User}} who was sitting with him. Of course, it wasn't she who decided to take the seat next to him, it was his initiative. He fell next to her despite the surprised look of Jessie, {{User}}'s friend who was supposed to sit next to her, but now, thanks to Toji, was sitting at the very end of the bus. He responded to {{User}}'s angry intonation only with that weak smile that, as he knew, sent sparks down her spine, made her want to hit or even kill.

There was that same silence between them that made the air thicken, that same tension that made it clear how much they were holding behind their tightly clenched teeth. Toji's gaze sometimes fell in her direction. For some reason, he caught every little detail that he didn't notice in others, how her compressed lips looked like she was holding back a lot of words that she wasn't ready to tell him, or maybe just not wanting to spoil the atmosphere that reigned in this place, how soft strands fell on her face and shoulders when she slightly moved her head, how the sun from the window left that charming shine in her hair, how her eyes looked into the distance at the road, thinking about something of their own just to not notice him. He even saw how her head slightly tilted, how she pressed herself against the window as if for salvation and something in his stomach twisted, forcing him to look away. This nasty bitch caused too many feelings in him.

Deciding to get lost in his phone, he scrolled through the Instagram feed, various photos from beautiful angles and with various effects did not cause him delight for only one reason, there was nothing real there, smooth skin or too bright a color, from this he rolled his eyes every time as if hoping to see his own brains.

And then a quiet female voice sounded from behind, he tried not to show that he heard a girl named Niki ask {{User}} to show a photo of her swimsuit. Oh, was it this bitch's turn already? But Toji couldn't hold back, silently watching as the girl next to him pulled out her phone from her purse, as her graceful fingers typed in the password and soon found what she needed. A photo. Toji's heart began to beat faster as he quickly glanced at the screen, so as not to raise questions and another displeased look from {{User}}. A red swimsuit, a damn bikini. Curves in all the right places, graceful lines that he had never seen in anyone else before, the tenderness of her skin. It was the first time he had seen {{User}} like this and it seemed that this would serve as his fantasy for the night more than once.

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They didn't even unpack their things, they just threw their suitcases in the living room and ran towards the beach where the sand had already warmed up under the hot sun. The smell of sea salt water was fresh and pleasant, it was something refreshing after the heavy city air. The warm breeze tickled the skin, made one feel freedom in its full flavor.

Water pistols were already at the ready, towels and beach umbrellas that generally would not save you from sunburn. Toji did not take his eyes off the girls who walked next to him. Bathing suits, beautiful buttocks that rose and fell with each step. Cheerful laughter that filled the lungs and jokes that made someone blush, and someone laugh out loud. It was a time when everyone became closer, as the bond between them strengthened, making it clear that the next school year would be held in a more friendly atmosphere after the shared memories that they would take with them from this place.

The shorts hugged his strong thighs, the cap with the inscription "Bad boy" was put on backwards, which made the thing lose all its meaning, his skin was shining in the sun thanks to the sunscreen that a random girl had already managed to apply to him in the restroom. Toji took a quick look at her and smiled, noticing how her legs were still shaking a little after the quick acquaintance.

On his shoulder was a heavy bag with various things for drinking in the form of cold drinks that would definitely have time to warm up, sunscreen, if possible dark glasses and generally other useful things. Green eyes studied the area, people who had already managed to take the best places and were enjoying their rest. How clean the water seemed where the children were happily having fun.

When everything was ready, the first thing he did was lie down on the towel he had grabbed from his suitcase in a hurry. He wanted to rest for a while, remembering the pain in his back after the long journey. After all, he was getting old too. He was doused with cold water several times, causing a wave of laughter and curses, someone even allowed him to be kicked with the words "Checking if you died under this sun." And then there was the betrayal that he did not expect even from {{User}}. When he was finally able to fall asleep, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sounds of the beach, someone put the umbrella aside and put a T-shirt on top of it, which is why his body now had a not very good tan. But still... it even brought its own special joy. Now he walked along the beach like the most fashionable person with a tan that made those around him smile, while someone bit their lip, considering it not funny, but sexy.

Speaking of {{User}}. Toji hadn't seen her since he left the cabin to go on vacation. Satoru was standing next to him with a bottle of water. The man's chest was rising and falling rapidly from heavy breathing after a long game of volleyball that Toji had lazily missed. But Toji's eyes moved to the side, searching, interested. He was getting bored in the company of his friend Satoru, he wanted more intense sensations that only {{User}} could give him.

"Listen, do you know where {{User}} went?" Toji's voice was lazy, as if he wasn't interested, but his heart slightly sped up.

{{User}}? Is that your little rival? - Satoru teased with a laugh, his head nodding to the side, pointing to the very same area where Satoru himself had come from a minute ago. - Apparently you didn't recognize her from how sexy she looks right now? Over there. She was playing with us.

Toji blinked once. He was watching the game, but he hadn't seen {{User}} even once, and he wanted to ask Satoru if he was sure he wasn't fucking in the eyes. But then he glanced at the volleyball court, looking at the girls relaxing on the warm sand, little grains clinging to their warm, sweaty skin, making Toji stare longer. And then he saw her. That red bikini, the graceful curves that made him swallow, that neat bun that revealed her neck. "What the hell?" *took its way out of his mouth, making Satoru laugh. Toji already knew that {{User}} was a crazy hot bitch, since she was one of the cheerleaders. But for some reason, now he finally realized how delicious his little rival was.

"Is it just me or are you drooling?" Satoru whispered, looking in the direction of Toji's gaze, bright blue eyes were also examining the girl who looked too appetizing in this thin fabric that did not leave much to fantasy, a quiet whistle and Toji shuddered. "Although I can understand you. I would eat her." Toji's eye twitched when he glanced sharply at his best friend. His jaws clenched along with his fists and Satoru only laughed. - "Jealousy towards an enemy is not the best quality.

It was hard for him to take his eyes off her now. The way her muscles tensed as she skillfully hit the ball. The way her breasts moved in time with his movements made him hard, his throat was already dry as in the desert, he didn't understand why he couldn't look at another girl, because there were thousands like her on this beach. But his eyes were only watching {{User}}. The way she moved, the way she breathed, the way she shouted commands. Damn. Did she always look this good?

During another short break, Toji noticed {{User}} moving away. He watched as she moved towards the water, clearly wanting to take some of the heat off the game. Toji took a step as if wanting to be closer, but also keeping his distance. He ignored the blonde who tried to grab his hand, hinting at closeness.

But then it was like a cold shower. Some guy, not even close to their group, came up to her. The confident smile on the stranger's face was somehow irritating, as if he didn't like the way he was looking at {{User}}. Since he himself had been looking at her for a long 30 minutes during the game.

Toji froze, watching as the water caressed {{User}}'s legs until she dared to go deeper, at first getting used to the cold water. The guy stood close, said something to her, looked at her as if she was already his. Toji didn't like it. It caused him to feel something that he had skillfully hidden, restrained for what seemed like his whole life, but {{User}} pulled it out of him again and again, as if she had the right to get under his skin. Or maybe he allowed her to go deeper.

But when someone else's fingers touched her back, like lips touched her ear causing a giggle. Toji couldn't hold back. He ran feeling how he stumbled on the sand, how he got lost in sensations that he himself didn't fully understand yet. Mine...She, bitch, is mine.

He stopped right next to the couple, keeping his distance, calming his breathing and heart, stretching that sleepy smile that drove {{User}} crazy. His gait was now more lazy, as if he was just walking, and not going crazy with the desire to kill the guy who was standing too close, who was breathing the same air as her. - Oh, it's {{User}}, did you really decide to seduce someone with that creepy bikini?

The smile on his face grew wider when he noticed how her body had shrunk at the sound of his voice. His voice alone was causing so much hatred inside her that it couldn't help but please Toji. At least she had some kind of reaction to his presence.

He came closer to her, but his sharp eyes studied the guy who was still standing next to him. His jaw clenched to a quiet crunch and Toji's large hand fell on {{User}}'s smaller shoulder, slightly pushing her away, pressing her closer to himself, catching her scent, soft and sweet, from which it became harder for him to breathe. - Decided to hook some clown? Are you completely desperate? - Another chuckle and he saw how her lips pressed together, holding back from cursing. It was strange. At this stage of the heat, she had already told him what a freak and a stupid slut he was, and now she just silently looked away. Did she want to seem nice in front of that trash?

Hey, {{User}}, what's so quiet about? - His fingers tightened slightly as he leaned towards her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the piece of shit reach out to her and say, "What do you want, dude? Leave me alone and find yourself another bitch on this beach." Bitch? He already found his free bitch.

His hand that had been holding her shoulder wrapped around her neck as he pulled her closer. Her back felt good against the hardness of his chest, so fragile and small that he wanted to tease her about it longer. His lips practically pressed against her soft cheek as he inhaled her aroma more deeply. Damn, his head was spinning. - "I think you should find another girl." - He smiled, noticing how his eyes were watching. Toji's tongue stuck out, touched the skin, feeling how the girl in his arms shuddered. He left a wet mark on her skin, licking her cheek as if it were the sweetest delicacy, and then with extreme care, so as not to hurt, he clamped the skin between his teeth, hearing how a quiet squeak left her soft lips. - "She's mine."

He didn't let go of {{User}} until the dude walked away, cursing and kicking the sand as if he had offended him. Toji, on the other hand, felt pleasure from the scene he had played and as soon as his hands had slapped the girl, a sharp blow had momentarily taken him out of the world. His cheek was burning, his jaws were aching and his eyes immediately found the cause. Little {{User}} had punched him? - I recognize my girl. - He laughed, licking his lower lip and no longer objecting to the feeling of pain that remained with him for a long time as a reminder.

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The music was so loud that his ears were ringing. The sound seemed to vibrate in his chest, making the floor shake with crazy dancing. Laughter filled the air, the smell of alcohol and sweat mixed in the rather large living room, but no one thought to open the windows. The girls moved to the rhythm of the songs, their hips swaying beautifully from side to side, forcing the guys to join in just to get a better look.

The cold bottle touched his cheek and Toji winced turning his head to look at Satoru who was smiling, dark glasses hiding his eyes, but Toji knew that his eyes were now crazy from the alcohol and drugs mixing in his blood. The beer fell between Toji's legs and he barely noticed it returning his gaze to the girl who was dancing on the table.

"Do you like the view?" - Satoru's voice sounded as the young man fell onto the soft pillows next to him.

No, I'm waiting for her to fall. - The quiet laugh was hoarse and lazy, as if his thoughts were somewhere far away. In general, that was true, he was still stuck in that incident that happened on the beach. He understood that he did it mostly to tease and get {{User}} off his back. But also that feeling that he instantly felt, how his chest tightened at the sight of her with another, how the thought that she would get entangled in the arms of another man pierced him with an incomprehensible pain and anger.

He took a sip, long and heavy, the cold beer scratched his throat, echoed in his chest with a familiar feeling, but he paid little attention to it, lost in the fact that he did not understand his own feelings. He was Toji Fushiguro. One of the most famous and handsome men, for whom girls ran in droves and spread their legs for him with great pleasure. He was not created for feelings, love, the very thought that he could feel something like that for someone made him sick.

"Listen, it's really a stupid tan." - Toji Satoru interrupted his thoughts abruptly, Toji's eyes rose to his friend as if he hadn't had time to comprehend the phrase, and then his eyes fell on the tan that he had gotten completely by accident out of stupidity. But overall, he couldn't say that the tan was terrible, he saw how the girls looked at him, how they examined his firm chest, biting his lower lip, and the tan seemed to emphasize his beauty, making him look more seductive.

"Lie down with your ass up and I'll put you in a thong." - The beer instantly flew out of Satoru's mouth as a wave of laughter swept between them.

Hey guys! Let's play "Seven Minutes in Heaven"? - someone's voice sounded, attracting the attention of even those who had fallen asleep on the couch. It was the most ordinary, but it seemed to be everyone's favorite game. A tradition at every party. No one could refuse and soon the rows on the floor were replenished, everyone was approaching each other, laughing and enjoying the moment that left everyone in sweet comfort. Jokes, loud cries of delight when the bottle began to spin, excitement and crossed fingers as if luck would pay attention to this gesture.

A few more turns and Toji's heart sank as the top of the bottle pointed right at him, a moment of silence as his eyes lifted to see who the bottom was pointing at. And then everything blurred before Toji's eyes as his eyes met {{User}}'s. Why did she have to sit across from him?

Only the first game, and already it's interesting. - Satoru purred, leaning back and taking another sip of beer with a satisfied smile. Everyone felt the tension in the air, as if sparks of hatred and other mixed feelings were already flying between them. They did not move for a long time, Toji watched as the color disappeared from {{User}}'s face, as her friend Jessie could only exhale heavily and look away, clearly understanding how this short meeting between them could end.

Well...it's time to start the game. - His muscles tensed under his skin as he stood up. For some reason, his heart felt heavy, and it felt like a stone had been thrown into his stomach, leaving it heavy and tense. His body moved slowly toward {{User}}, who seemed ready to kill him right now if he came one step closer. In his eyes, she looked like a wild cat. - Hide your teeth, kitty. The bottle decided that we were the perfect first couple.

He came up to her from behind, grabbing her by the elbow and lifting her up with such ease as if he was lifting not a person, but a soft pillow. He felt her immediately move away from him, as if his mere presence nearby caused her discomfort. He moved towards the closet in which they would sit for 7 minutes in complete solitude, with hatred that would be strained between them and the space that would not be between them.

His body somehow fit into the tight closet, green eyes carefully watched {{User}}, how her soft hips moved with each movement and he unconsciously remembered how she looked in that red bikini, his cock twitched in his pants, but he clenched his jaws and looked away from her, feeling his heart trembling in his chest. When she fit next to him, their bodies immediately pressed against each other, leaving not a centimeter between them, Toji felt every soft curve, the sweet feminine scenct which made his head spin.

Toji sensed her discomfort, the way her body tensed when they accidentally pressed too hard against each other. His breathing became heavier, her soft breasts pressing against his firmer ones, and the sensation sent a pleasant electric shock down his spine every time, hitting his head. He had to clench his fists to keep his hands to himself, and clench his teeth tightly to keep from saying something he'd later regret.

But Toji couldn't help but look at her now. No matter how much they hated each other, {{User}} looked very attractive right now. Soft pink lips with a neat layer of lip gloss that made them shimmer slightly in the dim light. Her hair fell softly over her shoulders and her face created an air of innocence. Eyes that sometimes glanced at him with displeasure, the way her small nose twitched when she tried to breathe in less of his scent. He felt like he was trapped in a cage. In that very room with hentai games where you have to have sex to escape. He felt as if he'd never been close to a girl before. His gaze caught a bead of sweat slowly trickling down her skin to her chest. He had to swallow to keep from leaning over and kissing that sensitive spot.

"This is starting to get annoying," - he whispered to himself, noticing how {{User}} was looking at him with anger and a despair he couldn't understand. As if she felt the same way he did. She was also tormented by the desire to push him away or to draw him closer. - "Seven minutes are so long in your presence. Are you really a witch and you slowed down time to spend more time in my proximity?" - The cheeky smile on his face provoked a reaction, and he felt her hit him in the shoulder. Her mouth opened, and she spoke in that voice that sent shivers down Toji's spine, making him want to strangle her, but not before kissing her passionately. She spoke as if she knew better, as if she were above him and he was just trash under her boot. It struck a chord, because no one dared speak to him like that.

And so Toji's ridiculous joke turned into a scandal between them. Quiet shouts, disgruntled glances, sometimes they even allowed themselves to be roughly grabbed by each other's clothes, tugged, and whispered something nasty and offensive in their faces. The air between them sparked when Toji's hand slammed against the closet wall next to {{User}}'s head. He pressed her against her, their bodies meeting heatedly again, heavy breaths touching their lips. It seemed as if the air between them was now filled not only with hatred, but also with something deeper, something lurking deep within them.

His pinch filled the space between them as she opened her mouth again to protest. - "Open your mouth again, and I'll show you how deep I can go." - He noticed the confusion on her face, how quickly her lips closed again and her eyes looked away as if she was considering the truth of those words. Silence reigned between them again, their breath touching each other, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up with incredible sensations. The intimacy they shared now was something new even for Toji. His palms were sweaty, his breath trembled imperceptibly, his nerves were playing up, and his cock ached to the point that he wanted to push {{User}} down as quickly as possible.

A moment. Just a second. Their gazes locked and the fire ignited itself. Their lips touched each other. The kiss was rough, passionate, as if they would die if it stopped. Toji's hands were already on her, squeezing her waist and pulling her closer. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, a sign of how her company was now affecting him. The soft skin beneath his fingers was warm and pleasant, the taste of her glistening on his tongue sweet and incredibly wonderful, addictive. It was impossible to tear themselves away; their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance, their teeth clacked. His hands moved lower; {{User}}'s short shorts gave him the perfect opportunity to touch her ass and slightly lift the fabric to feel more. His fingers pressed into the soft, yet firm skin, squeezing, lifting, and gently spreading it, hearing a woman's moan vibrate on her lips.

He had no idea that {{User}} would feel so good in his hands.

And then the soft creak of the closet doors. The flash of a camera and a cheerful laugh made Toji pull away. A thread of saliva glistened between their lips, breaking just as the camera clicked again and the flash captured the intimate sheen on lips. {{User}}'s hands froze on his chest, as if trying to push, but she couldn't find the strength. He continued to squeeze her soft buttocks, as if his hands were made for holding them.

As expected. Sex between enemies will always happen. - Satoru's voice was heard somewhere among the drunken guys, and it made Toji's eye twitch.

Fuck.