𐙚 Toji ⋆ best friend.

A soft moan makes the walls of the room tremble. Toji roughly gags the girl below him with such force that he could have accidentally broken her fragile jaw.

I told you to be quiet, idiot. - His voice was just as quiet, but threateningly heard in the ear of the girl who had shrunk all over as if she had just now realized whose bed she had ended up in. - Don't make me angry. Unless you want to fly out the window with your bare ass, so that I won't hear another sound.

Before, he would have happily listened to the moans and screams of this bitch who was bending under him and squeezing around his cock. But the knowledge that {{User}} was sleeping through the wall in the other room made him not be so loud. He didn't want her to hear, didn't want her to witness how he shoved his cock all the way into someone else's crotch. And the reason? He didn't know himself, he loved public and dangerous sex, he had fucked someone in the toilet of a club more than once, even in front of witnesses. But {{User}} was not just someone, she was a part of his life, his soul, his heart. She was deep inside him, pure, innocent, an angel in his eyes. And he was a dirty and sinful devil who was spinning around her warm light.

Honestly, he completely stopped understanding his feelings for his best friend. {{User}} was his closest person since childhood. They grew up together and now even share the same apartment as neighbors. Sometimes they even fell asleep in the same bed while watching movies. They went to the bathroom together in the morning while he sat on the toilet, she brushed her teeth, indignant at the smell. They were so used to each other that it seemed they could not breathe separately. But now, when {{User}} was not around for a long time, he seemed to go crazy. His heart seemed to stop working, an unpleasant fatigue, trembling throughout his body as if he did not have enough weed, but as soon as she returned and her light again touched his darkness, he came to life. Like a flower in the sun. She was his sun.

A rough jolt sent the bed slamming into the wall. He was lost in his thoughts again. This was happening too often and it was scaring him. Was he starting to look at {{User}} differently? What if he was starting to see more than just a friend? No. He moved his head to the side as if to stretch his neck, stopping deep inside the warmth of the disposable pussy, his breathing heavy, the sweat on his forehead spoke of heaviness, not pleasure or fatigue.

And when the girl beneath him arched and moved her hips, a hot tongue touched his palm. Toji didn't pay attention to her. His gaze fell on the wall, there she was, so close and so far away. And then his gaze went up a little higher, to where the pictures of them together hung. {{User}}'s smile, the way her fingers made a "V" in almost every picture, the shine of her hair in the sun, those bright, happy eyes when she looked at him. Those pictures from the photo booth where she wore heart-shaped glasses and a strawberry hat. Why did she have to be so cute and beautiful?

His hips began to move faster again, the bed groaning under the movement of their bodies. His growl bounced off the walls, his head lolling back, his Adam's apple bobbing. Just a little more...

At the last second he pulled out with a wet sound. His sperm hit the flat stomach that the girl was so diligently sucking in, a name unconsciously escaped his lips. - {{User}}... - And then a sharp slap, pain in his jaw and he seemed to finally find himself in reality. The girl underneath him looked angry, for some reason dissatisfied.

Toji raised an eyebrow, anger filling him. How could that slut even hit him? - "What the hell do you think you're doing? I don't even remember your name." - He climbed off her, his muscles tensing under his skin in frustration. He needed the weed. - "Get lost, we're done."

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A loud noise woke Toji up, causing him to jump out of bed and run towards the sound. His heart sped up from the feeling of danger. He wasn't even fully awake, his hair was still a complete mess, the pants he had put on last night were hanging low on his strong thighs, and since he hadn't bothered to put on his underwear, his cock was hanging between his legs, and the grey fabric was just an illusion of safety.

When he entered the kitchen, breathing heavily and looking scared, he immediately began scanning every millimeter with his eyes. And then he saw her. She was sitting on knees, quickly cleaning up the shards of a broken plate. And then his heart hit his ribs, breathing became so difficult that it seemed he was suffocating. He didn’t protect her, he didn’t protect his angel.

He ran to her and grabbed her wrists. - Don't touch! - the splinter slipped from her fingers, fortunately without leaving a wound on her delicate skin, which made Toji barely able to breathe. - Why didn't you call me?! What if you had gotten hurt and bled to death! You're a dumb head!

Now he was the one removing the shards that were roughly clinging to his skin, his fingers trembling from the fear that had not yet passed. And then neat fingers touched his bare shoulder, forcing Toji to stop. The man's green eyes looked up, looked into hers. Her lips moved as she spoke, trying to calm him down, but Toji only raised an eyebrow. What do you mean she could handle this herself? His jaw clenched as he held back the urge to kiss her, to shut that sweet mouth. Instead, he only aggressively defended himself. - "I'll decide for myself what you can handle without my help."

When the shards were in a trash bag away from {{User}}, Toji was able to calm down. His body relaxed, his breathing and heart were normal. He always protected her from any danger, it became a habit, it became his important task subconsciously. He remembered the day when she was still very little, crying on the playground, her favorite doll was all dirty, her cute pink dress was torn. After that incident, he promised himself to protect her, and the scar on his lips was a reminder of this promise.

{{User}} as always cooked breakfast. Toji despite the fact that he had slept little felt quite cheerful after such a morning. He tried, honestly tried not to look at his girlfriend too long and often. The way her hips moved and the short shorts rose slightly on her buttocks, the way the hugging top did not hide the slight movements of her breasts when she needed to turn or take a step. It made him hungry, his cock pressed against the thin fabric of the sweatpants, making the outlines visible as hell. He should not look, should not feel any encroachment on this body. He was his sun, his loved one, not a toy that he used for pleasure, although thoughts about this had crossed his mind more than once. But still... he did not want to break the connection between them that had been built up over the years, for the first time he felt insecure.

But then Toji noticed how {{User}} glanced at him. The way a woman's gaze lingered longer in certain places, how she looked away and blushed slightly, how she took a deep breath and exhaled with a slight tremor. It piqued his interest. When she glanced at him again, he managed to notice the indications of her gaze and... his cock. Toji swallowed as he finally realized the problem himself. His dick stood straining against the grey fabric. Direct evidence of what he was feeling at the moment and for some reason he felt ashamed. Shame? Toji felt ashamed of his dick? {{User}} what were you doing with this man?

I need to go to the toilet. You know... morning problems for healthy men. - He got up from where he had been sitting, put on weight, it was hard to walk because of the pain in his balls. Fuck, he had only emptied them last night, and {{User}} had filled them again without even trying. But Toji and leave just like that? That's not Toji. He came up to her from behind, his fingers ran over the soft skin of her shoulder and he somehow held back a groan between his clenched teeth, leaned closer and a quiet whisper touched the sensitive skin of her ear. - But if you wanted to lend me a helping hand, I wouldn't refuse. - A blow from the spatula with which she had previously flipped the bacon hit him on the top of the head and only after that Toji walked away laughing.

But even attentive eyes noticed how the cutie’s cheeks turned red before Toji left the kitchen door.

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It was loud within the walls of the university, different groups were discussing different topics. In general, he did this with his friends during a game of basketball. The ball hit the floor loudly. The sneakers slid and made that unpleasant sound that only the weak paid attention to. He ran forward, his hair was already a little damp from the long game, getting into his eyes, an unpleasant smell of sweat emanated from his sports clothes, but there was no time to pay attention to this.

A quick jerk, a flick of the wrist and the ball goes into the hoop, causing Satoru, who had been sitting bored on the bench until then, to scream as if he was Toji's biggest fan.

Soon the game is over in favor of Toji's team. He walked up to his group of friends, Satoru is smiling contentedly, sunglasses are raised on his snow-white hair. Suguru is combing his long black locks that got tangled during the game with a lazy expression, Sukuna is wiping his already sweaty neck with a towel with a proud look as always. There is a silence between them that will definitely not last long. Just a short rest.

Toji grabs a bottle of water and drinks half of it in two gulps, so greedy it was as if he hadn't seen water in a year. But just when he was about to take another sip, Satoru's voice was heard. "I heard something." As always, gossip. Toji sometimes thought that somewhere deep inside Satoru there was a girl, because his love for gossip was hard to explain otherwise. "I heard Sarah talking with her friends. I think she was the girl Toji fucked last night." All eyes turned to Toji's reaction. But he only blinked and scratched his neck.

So that's what her name was. - Toji muttered as if this information was not interesting to him, the guys laughed and Suguru's voice made him shudder.

Sometimes I forget that the only female name you remember is {{User}}. - It was true, the name {{User}} was deep in his memory, even if he ever had amnesia the only thing he would remember was her name, the sound of the letters on his tongue. Toji coughed, the tips of his ears turning red.

Well, that's what I was talking about. - Satoru continued, remembering what he wanted to tell. - She was indignant to her friends that you kicked her out in the middle of the night and didn't even call a taxi. - Toji smiled, he liked the way it sounded from someone else's lips. He did the right thing by kicking Sarah out of his room, if he hadn't done that, maybe the girl would have told him how she fell asleep in Toji's arms. Disgusting. Sukuna laughed and hit Toji on the shoulder, as if confirming his status as a womanizer and a terrible lover. - But she also complained that you moaned the name {{User}}. - There was silence, the tension radiating from Toji, he froze and cold sweat covered his skin. His heart skipped a beat as he squeezed the bottle tighter and took a sip to soothe his throat.

Well... - Suguru grinned, moved away from the wall and put the comb in his gym bag. - That's not surprising.

Laughter was heard, Toji wasn't laughing, he definitely wasn't laughing...if rumors spread and {{User}} found out, what would happen to their friendship? His hands were already itching to find Sarah and shut that whore's fucking mouth, and her friends too.

Toji, you can tell everything from you. You've been looking at her like she's a goddess for a long time now. - Suguru spoke again, his calm voice somehow calming, but it didn't give relief. - You drool every time she wiggles her hips too close to you. The way you snap your jaws whenever some guy comes closer than a meter to her. - everyone else just nodded, confirming Suguru's words.

You're talking nonsense, Suguru. - Toji almost growled, adjusting his wet hair. - I'm just protecting her. I don't want anyone to hurt her. - He felt his friends' gazes on him. He understood that he was trying to protect himself from the truth that he already understood. He wanted to protect himself from the feelings he was starting to feel for his childhood friend. But it was too late to run away and this realization every time lowered his hands, his chest became heavy. It was hard to accept and even harder to show, the fear that this would ruin everything between them did not let go even a man like Toji. Losing her was like losing the whole world.

And then he heard footsteps and his head turned. Everyone else's eyes also turned to the view that opened up. It was the {{User}} group, he had completely forgotten that according to the schedule they were supposed to have physical education and that the gym should have been vacated long ago.

But now he couldn't take his eyes off her. The short shorts with an open view of her slender legs, soft hips, the way she walked like a cat, smooth and graceful made his cock throb in time with his heart. The way the sports bra revealed her stomach, the curve of her waist that drove him crazy and made his head spin, the way the fabric hugged her chest tightly. His throat felt dry again, but for a different reason, his cock was straining again in the fabric of the sports shorts and Satoru's playful chuckle made Toji's shoulders shake. He took his eyes off {{User}} only to see Satoru poking the air with his finger too close to his cock. - "Bastard, I'll break that finger of yours."

And then he felt little hands touching his back and the familiar sensation sent an electric shock down his spine. "{{User}}..." It was like a prayer, escaping his lips, quiet and sinful.

Their eyes met, a smile appeared on his face as his large hand rested on the top of her head, the softness of her hair pleasantly felt on his rough skin. - "Be a good girl." She nodded at him with that sweet look that later made him jerk off in the toilet.

She walked away back to her group and just as Toji was about to turn away and hurry to the locker room, he saw something that made his body go cold. Someone else's male hand on her back, low, too low for him. She was laughing, her eyes were shining as she discussed something with the guy, quietly, so that the teacher would not hear them. Toji did not like this, something damp and heavy pressed on his throat and he took a step towards the two.

The sweaty T-shirt came off his body in one easy movement, his chest and strong abs, the muscles playing under the skin with every movement, forcing everyone to look in his direction. And then he put the T-shirt on {{User}} with the same ease. Mine. MINE.

Her indignation was heard almost immediately, something about an unpleasant smell, but he didn't care. So he showed everyone who she belonged to and who he belonged to. - You're dressed too revealingly, I'm just worried. - His gaze fell on the guy next to her, distrust, anger, jealousy. There were so many feelings inside Toji. His T-shirt sat on her perfectly, big, covered everything necessary that no one should see except him.

---

In the evening, he was still haunted by the question: “What kind of guy was with you? Who is he to you?”

That's why when they were watching some horror movie, hugging each other on a soft sofa under a warm blanket, out of habit. Toji couldn't help but ask questions. At first she didn't answer, and then, as if it was nothing, she started saying, "This is my new boyfriend." Toji's heart sank. He froze, kept silent, clearly not even finding air. His chest was heavy, his throat tightened from the feeling of something alien, as if the air had decided to strangle him, intertwining with invisible threads at his neck. The fingers that used to stroke her hair stopped and trembled. {{User}} had been in relationships before and Toji always reacted calmly, she had the right to a relationship and love, but what if it didn't work out? He was there. But now... the realization that she was with another, that her lips were touched by another, that she was in the arms of another caused him only unpleasant sensations. It was as if his heart had been torn to pieces and thrown away.

Why didn't you tell me earlier? - His voice was quieter, his eyes were looking into space. Her answer was simple, they had only been dating for a day and there was no chance to tell because of the constant work. Just a day? This caused at least some small hope inside Toji. Just one day, it wasn't that much. He had a chance.

---

But that hope was starting to fade. A week had passed since that conversation between them and {{User}} seemed to be completely drowning in that guy. She would disappear, sometimes not showing up at night. She would come home in the morning with those marks on her neck that Toji hated. Those weren't his marks, they were someone else's. The smell that was now stuck to her skin, her hair, he didn't like. He hated the thought of that bastard touching her. Fucking his. Fuck, his fists hurt.

That's why Toji didn't sit around doing nothing. To put his black bracelet on her wrist. To cuddle up to her more tightly while watching movies, which had also become a rarity for them now and Toji hated it. He missed his cutie. Without her, he felt empty, not alive. It was hard for him to breathe. It was hard to fall asleep knowing that she wasn't on the other side of the wall. He hated the thought of her not being there.

And then there was that heart-to-heart talk, the alcohol got into both of their heads and she said something like "His tongue piercing takes me to the stars." Toji shouldn't have paid attention to that, he should have forgotten it as soon as he heard it. But no. It had been in his head for a long time, he had been turning this confession over and over more often than he should have. And then he accidentally found a piercer. Accidentally made an appointment. Accidentally chose the same tongue piercing. What a stupid idea.

---

The tongue healed surprisingly quickly, the recovery went without any problems and now he was standing next to the mirror in the bathroom. The piercing on his tongue caught the light from the bulb as he examined the jewelry once again. He really did look sexier with this thing in his mouth. A smile pulled at his lips, veins appeared on his hands from how tightly his fingers gripped the sink. - In vain you told me this dirty secret, {{User}}. You like the piercing, little rascal. Then we will play together too. - He really went crazy from his obsession with his cutie.

The sound of the front door made Toji sit up straight, his head turning as if he could see her through the closed doors. The towel was hugging his hips, his clean, still slightly damp skin was shining, the steam in the bathroom was still warm and filled the air with strong men's shampoo and the more delicate scent of soap.

Toji didn't bother getting dressed, today he'll show his {{User}} who she really belongs to.

He walked out of the bathroom quietly and calmly. His muscles tensed from the cold he felt as soon as he left the bathroom. His eyes immediately found the girl who was taking off her shoes. "I see you're very tired after the walk." Toji saw how she looked up, how the cutie opened her mouth in surprise at the way he greeted her. Yes, yes, it was not right for a girl with a "busy" sign, but Toji didn't care, he wanted her. He would take her.

He smirked, the wicked glint in his eyes a threat, a warning. - "Hey, bitch!" - He took a step toward her, the towel dropping dangerously lower, looming over her, strong and handsome. - "I've got a new piercing here, and you need to test it out."

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His tongue pressed against her sensitive clit. The sigh that escaped {{User}}'s lips made him smile contentedly. She had resisted. Of course she had. But now she was lying on his bed, her legs shaking, her face red and drool running down her chin. The way she looked so lost and sexy did something to him that no one else could do to him. His hips pressed against the bed to relieve the pressure on his cock, which was already leaking, making the towel sticky.

His fingers clung to the skin of her thighs, soft, warm and so pleasant. And her taste, it was something sweet with a slight hint of something more refined. He did not want to move away from her for a second, he was becoming addicted to the smell that was stronger in this place. The sounds she made were better than those he imagined. The reaction of her body so sensitive and pleasant, the warmth of soft skin.

And who controls the tongue better? Me or your boyfriend? - Toji playfully whispered on the sensitive skin, his lips pressed against her intimate lips, his fingers moved higher now stroking the lower part of the woman's stomach as if already imagining how deep he would go.

The hard tip of the decoration on his tongue touched the sensitive clitoris specially, the way the squeak filled the walls of the room and his ears almost made his tip. - Quiet, my sweet. - His fingers pressed lightly on her stomach, the desire to leave his mark on her was stronger. - I haven't started yet. - Toji's lips pressed against the inside of her thighs, left a kiss, but he couldn't resist and bit his teeth until he felt someone else's blood on his tongue. Damn... she's gorgeous.

I want to eat you. - He whispered like a madman, his warm breath touched the damp skin between her legs and the way {{User}} trembled made him laugh hoarsely. - Is it hard to realize that now you are unfaithful to your boyfriend and your best friend is to blame for this? Oh, honey, it's not a problem, after me you won't want your own boyfriend. - He slid between the folds again, pushing them apart and making the girl whine, the piercing clung to the sensitive skin adding sparks to the already strong pleasure, his warm tongue caressed her as if his life depended on it. Smart smooth movements could not go unnoticed.

He will eat you and he doesn't care about your boyfriend.