Love Island - T.F.
Synopsis. Islanders, you’ve got a steamy date! An unfortunate recoupling leaves only you and one other participant unpaired - the mean, smug, hot Toji Fushiguro. Too bad you hate him, right? Right?
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Love Island AU, enemies-to-Iovers, forced proximity, reality TV, recoupling, first dates, arguing during it, slight exhíbitíonism, oraI (fem rec.), he gets PÚSSYDRÚNK, running from it, manhandIing, use of “ma’am”, chokíng, spítting, p talking, competitiveness, making him fit, tummy buIges, p sIapping, he makes you count, DÚMBIFlCATION, slight marathon, squírting, the L word, Toji’s down bad, getting together, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 10.1k
A/N. My guilty pleasure tbh…
You could only stare in utter silence.
Because you knew- oh, you knew that if you dared open your mouth right now, it would let out a barrage of insults they couldn’t air on even the trashiest of reality TV.
Right ahead of you, Naoya turns away with a scoff. Smirking down at the brand-new bombshell he’d just sauntered onto the island with. Hand-in-hand.
Yours left empty.
You jolt at the tense announcement of your name, the glitzy host probing at you with pitiful eyes- “Tonight’s recoupling is now complete, you have not been chosen. As always, you must pack your bags and leave the villa-”
Fists clenched, you stand.
“…but our voters seem to think otherwise.”
What? You could almost hear the beat drop they’d edit in during production. And as every islander freezes in confusion, the camera greedily follows each expression. Each word.
“Because who doesn’t love a good enemies-to-lovers?” She waves her cue cards with flourish, honing in on one participant—
Toji Fushiguro.
Next to you, Utahime holds onto Shoko’s hand. You could hear a few of the men mutter. Most of the cameramen themselves fighting back gasps. Hell, even Naoya seems to raise an icy brow.
And with his beefy arms crossed so tight that his button-up strains, dark brows furrowed - Toji seemed just as bewildered as you were. He lounges by the corner of the semicircle seat that surrounded the infamous Love Island bonfire. Jutting his chin in defiance, “No way.”
You never thought you’d see the day where you agree with him of all people, “This has to be a joke. I mean- him?”
“Charming as ever, doll.”
“See what I mean?”
“Oh, I’m looking.”
The numerous producers behind-the-scenes were near-salivating as they lean in closer, and you could practically count the dollar signs in their eyes. Each shot of your little argument was liquid gold, and it seemed the host knew just as much. “Islanders, as you know, the public has been watching- and voting! And this week we had them vote for two Islanders they would like to see go on a date.”
Oh, fuck.
It wasn’t just some brief coupling until you could snag someone else - this was a date. A date.
You’re biting back a groan as she pauses for what stretches on like eons.
Letting the gossip and tension simmer like the crashing waves nearby; you swear the temperature heightens by at least ten humid degrees once the host finishes off - with your name-
“-and Toji–!”
It bursts - the whispers, the sounds of camera lenses peering ever-closer, the constant repetition of ‘but they can’t stand each other?’ And you couldn’t quite fault any of your fellow participants for pointing out something you knew yourself.
Something that the host blissfully ignores as she rattles off from her cards, “You will be leaving the villa immediately to see if those sparks of difference can turn into sparks of something more.” Faintly, you register Shoko and Utahime pulling you into a hug, “We’ll be seeing if it really is true that you should keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. Get ready. And good luck!”
Promptly, the two sides of the couch separate as per their groups.
And you couldn’t even give a single fuck about the way that Naoya was hovering awkwardly with his new beau. Forgotten already.
The only thing registering in your mind behind Utahime’s cooing–“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Soft tone still being picked up by the microphones, “Do you need some water? A breather?”
“I’m alright-” You’re waving off, “I don’t even care about that damn Naoya anymore, it’s just…” Throwing a look at Toji - who has the audacity to look over the manly hands thumping his shoulders. Twiddling his fingers in a mocking wave at you, “Him?”
“He’s better than that pig, to be fair.” Shoko unsubtly nods at Naoya, loud enough that he turns to her with a bristle. “At least he hasn’t been ogling every girl at the villa like Mr. Two-Tone.”
You’re wincing at the reminder of your first pick - Zenin Naoya.
The man who’d paired up with you on the first week itself with his sweet, snaking words, and promised you the world. And even though you should’ve known better than to expect as much on a dating show, it was still a complete slap in the face tonight to have him be so ready to kick you off the Island tonight. “He hasn’t been ogling any girl.”
Utahime hums, “Imagine if you’re the first on the Island to turn his head.” Sputtering at your sharp stare- “I-I mean-”
And then there was him - Toji.
You’d hated each other on sight.
Maybe it was that cunning glint in those jade eyes of his, the way he was too suave, too in control. Or maybe it was the way he’d spilled juice all down your best dress during your first meeting, and all but ran from you afterwards. No apologies. Nothing more but snark to match yours.
But it was a shock that Toji had made it this far in the competition anyways - being brought in to stir drama halfway through the season, he’d been cruising by purely as a fan-favorite.
And, sure, he was begrudgingly handsome; tall, chiselled, but he hadn’t set a single hand or pair of eyes upon any of the other women here. Not even any of the bombshells - as someone else oh-so-clearly had.
There had to be something wrong with him.
“Why, how nice to know that’s what my hot date thinks of me~”
Fuck- you’d mused that out loud.
And right as Toji had sidled up behind you, predatorily quiet. You fight to keep your tone even as you look over your shoulder to meet his burning gaze, “Honesty is the best policy, no?”
He plants a firm palm on the seat cushion, craning his head down low enough until his breath mingles with yours. “Any more honest observations before we kill each other on the date tonight?”
“You’ll find out as I dance on your grave.” You roll your eyes.
“Aww, think about the show ratings–”
Nodding seriously, “Which will certainly improve after I kill you off.”
“Feisty.” Toji’s sharp canines glint in the light of the flickering bonfire as he grins. It’s pindrop silence as he nudges his head even closer, even more intimately. “Then be honest with me, doll, and tell me your favorite color.”
“Huh?”
“Color. Favorite.” He makes a face of faux concern, “Or s’that too tough for your pretty lil’-”
“Can’t blame me for being surprised you can understand the color spectrum.” You’re biting out - the date hadn’t started but it was already in ruins, you could already imagine how the rest of the evening would go. Ultimately spitting out your favorite shade-
“Hm, interesting.” Toji inclines his head down at you for a thick second, two- before turning his sculpted back in the direction of the assigned dorms. “Dress up f’me tonight, will you—”
You spit out a few more choice words, even as Utahime strokes your hair. “There there, it’s just for tonight.” You’re shivering as her lips brush your earlobe, whispering conspiratorially, “And if you ask me, I think the producers are actually onto something.”
“You’re joking.”
She insists, “Enemies-to-lovers.”
“Enemies-to-you’re-delusional, Uta.” Shoko deadpans- before cracking a meager smile once she’s catching her gaze. Hands intertwined with each other, whilst yours gripped emptily. “But I love you, anyway.”
You groan at the paired couple, already dreading whatever the studio had conjured up for you on the date. “They should’ve sent you two instead.”
Utahime cackles, “You’re not getting out of your enemies-to-lovers that easily, girl.”
“At the very least, you’re on camera.” Shoko looks accomplished at your dual inquiring gazes, “So you won’t be able to actually kill each other.”
.
.
.
You were actually going to kill each other.
It was only a few minutes into this ‘romantic’ dinner date and one of you had already thrown a fork at your date. The other had thrown an impressive helping of mashed potatoes.
You’re grimacing as the cameraman nearby smears off a creamy smudge of potatoes from his expensive lens, turning back to your date. He’d dressed…surprisingly well - in a button-up of your favorite color, raven bangs styled stylishly messy, smirking at you from the end of a candlelit table. “A true gentleman.”
“And yer a true warrior.” Toji cackles, bending over to pick up your fork from the carpet of the restaurant.
The producers had managed to rent out one of those painfully high-end ones in town. With deconstructed soups and a menu with dishes more expensive than your rent; all deep red decorations for couples, and soft waltzes playing out loud.
And you didn’t know if you felt more out-of-place at this establishment or simply sitting opposite Toji.
“Oi. Oiii–” He’s teasingly snapping you out of your spinning thoughts, arms crossing as he leans over the table. “Finally fallen for my charms–?”
“Charms?” You furrow your brows, pushing the tiny portion of dinner ‘round with a spoon. It’d been long since the crew had given up trying to prompt you two into usual first date questions. Pretending to look around, “Where?”
Smile venomous, Toji’s closing the gap between you on the table- “Ah, forgot you can’t see them with your head stuck up your ass, doll.”
And you’re not far behind, but neither are the cameras. “Been staring at my ass a lot, have you?” All clustering around the chaos of the table, the sniping words breaking through the gentle atmosphere.
“Why, I have.”
You gape, “Must be why I’ve been feeling sickly lately.”
“No, it’s just sickening to be such a grouch.”
“I’d rather be a grouch than a sleaze.”
And he’s leaning his head on one palm, long lashes narrowed- he has the audacity to flutter them at you. “Why, I thought that was your type?”
You have to fervently battle the hand itching to grip your porcelain plate, that goop of your appetizers still-untouched. Cocking your head, “And what if it is? What’re you gonna do about it?”
You’re watching as something within Toji’s half-lidded eyes seems to flicker- something seems to twinkle. And, knowing Toji as much as you have these past few weeks, it doesn’t feel like anything that bodes well for you.
With a low, pointed sigh he’s slouching over the table - closer to you, close enough that the silky fabric of his dress pants bump against your knees and makes your skin sizzle with heat. And you have no doubt that the cameras manage to catch each second of this motion. “Well, unlucky for you, I’m no sleaze, darlin’.”
Tone deep. Almost husky.
It’s enough to make your skin prickle with goosebumps, and something in your breath catches as you cross your arms. “Prove it.”
And it was a simple retort. It was something to leave your word last, and your mind thinking you won the ceaseless argument.
Not something to make the cameramen gasp as Toji stands to his full, towering height. As he casually drifts a hand through his messy bangs, pushes his long sleeves upwards to bear veiny forearms, and reaches one out to you-
You stare at his open palm as if it was a snake waiting to strike, “Wh-what?”
“You said to prove it. Come on then, let’s get outta here.” He’s smugly rolling his eyes, “Unless you’re just as uptight as that Nao-”
You’re intertwining your fingers with his faster than you could blink.
And it registers that just as Toji was large - so were his hands. Thick, enveloping, he’s barely even trying to guide you breezily to your feet. A roughened thumb slowly dragging down the sides of your index, “So- since the madam wasn’t enjoying her time here, where might you suggest we g- oh.”
But you’re quicker.
And you’re dragging him through the line of fancy tables, well away from the cameras that hasten to keep up. “Away from that.”
“…yes, ma’am.”
Oh, you quite liked that coming out of his mouth - though, you’d never admit.
It takes two minutes for you to duck out of the overly-polished enterprise of the restaurant, and only one more to speed walk towards the first stall of street food you could find.
Stuffing your faces into something fried and much more filling, you can’t even bring yourself to feel even a shred of self-consciousness as you notice that the cameras have caught up by now.
But what you didn’t notice was the look that Toji was shooting your way- half-pausing his own devouring, half-locked on the cute lil’ hums that you were letting off. Simply pondering.
“Ah, I remember my husband looked at me on our first date.” A slightly-weathered, gigging voice speaks up- and both of you snap your heads towards the crouched old lady manning her stall. Nodding at the two of you, “Keep looking at her like that, young man. Even when you’re all old and wrinkly like me.”
You nearly choke on your food, “O-oh, actually, we’re-”
“Of course, I will, grandma.” Toji, ever-the-charmer (to everyone but you, it seems), throws his strong arms around your shoulder. Tugging you to his hardened front, “She’d been begging for ages to take me out.”
And you can only watch in pure horror as she’s lightly pinching the dimples by Toji’s grin, “Odd amount of cameras there are. Is this for- what the kid’s call ah- YouTube?”
Toji starts, “It’s for…”
“Our wedding footage, of course.” He shoots a look your way - oh? - which you only meet with one of your own. Two can play that game. Clutching onto the thin fabric of his button-up, you hold up your left hand with a mournful look. “He didn’t even get me a ring, though.”
Stammering for a lie, you swear you spot the tips of his ears burn rouge. “I-I said it’s in cleaning-”
“Oh- he got me a secondhand one, you see-” You smile, dig your own grave Toji Fushiguro.
“It was vintage-”
“And now he’s lying-”
“Fucking hell-”
The stall owner bursts into peels of glee, clapping her wrinkly hands. “Ah, you young ‘uns really do remind me of my husband and I.” Before sternly wagging her finger, “I expect you to come back here soon with a few little ones running around one day–!”
You’re grinning, sickly sweet at Toji. “Of course, unless I snip it off.”
Him, right along with a few cameramen, can only shiver.
Though, perhaps that was because of something else entirely.
Because as soon as you’re finishing up with the lovely stall owner, tipping her generously, the coastal wind picks something frosty in it.
Forcing nearby windows to slam, the flickering streetlights to dim. And for your newly-made friend to look up at the darkening sky and furrow her feathery brows, “Well, looks like I best be heading back- we’re in for a storm.” She rapidly starts furling in her stall, “You two better get going too- my home’s nearby but for the entire group…” She looks over your expansive team of cameras, “There’s an inn just down the street if you’d like?”
One of the producers, who’d been silently observing until now, jumps at the chance. Hastily jotting down the location as he makes a few calls to the studio-
You didn’t even want to know what that was about.
Good television, you presume.
“It’s just a little ways away.” Toji’s holding a palm over his line of sight, in the direction of where the old lady had said. A light drizzle was just starting to kiss down on your figures, “We should make it if we run.”
You’re looking down at the slick cobblestone, then at your heels, having been forced into one of your best pairs by Utahime. “Right…run.”
Toji looks at you for a second. Then at your heels. Back at the distance of the inn. A multitude of emotions before he closes his eyes and groans.
“Get on.”
“Wha-”
You’re speechless, only staring onwards as the big, bad Toji Fushiguro crouches in front of you with his shoulders bared. Beefy arms braced behind him, gruff voice calling out- “Get on then, or m’leaving you here to be drenched.”
He was…offering to piggyback you?
Him?
You huff, mouth opening to reject- when a particularly heavy splash of a raindrop makes you shudder. Fuck, the universe really wasn’t on your side today.
Bracing two hands on top of his deltoids, you could already feel the firmness of his muscles underneath. Legs bracing on either side of his kneeled figure, “Y-you just want me on you.” It’s the only thing you can get out before he’s standing up- and fuck, was it high from where your feet dangled, held up by his steady forearms.
Held up easily.
Toji turns his sharp side profile to you and grins, “Oh yeah? How’d you know, doll?” And you jolt once one of his rovering hands push down where the fabric of your dress was riding up your thighs. “Easy, easy. You’re not so bad when ya aren’t hurling insults my way - almost.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” It’s hard not to be distracted by the minty scent of his cologne, soft curls of Stygian hair tickling your nose. “You’re not so bad when you’re not a sleaze. This is almost…sweet.”
“Did it hurt ya to say that compliment?”
“Worse than passing a kidney stone.”
“Oh- oh, get a shot of this.” One of the numerous executives calls out once Toji’s bracing you carefully in his arms. “They’re going to eat this up–!”
A brilliant grin breaks across your date’s face, and you already know what he’s thinking. “Would be a lot sweeter if we didn’t have all these damn cameras, huh?” Soft breath striking your features, “Ready- set-”
“-go!”
The last things you’re hearing are the shutters of cameras, and the laughter of the stall owner in your ears. Mingled right with Toji’s rough chuckle- “See-” He’s panting out, legs moving faster, bumping you purposefully on his back so that you’re squealing. “Am your type now, doll?”
You wrap your arms tighter ‘round his flexing shoulders, and tell yourself that the way you burrow into the crook of his neck was because of the pouring rain. “Not at all–!”
And somewhere down your sprint, Toji’s heart stutters.
.
.
.
“Fuh-fuck–” Toji’s murky breath escapes in a pant, and you’re shoving him by his expensive shirt through the double doors of your suite. “You’re fucking feisty.”
“And you’re drenched.” You wrinkle your nose at the way the darkened fabric of his button-up glues to each ridge of his abs, his pecs. It was almost too much, you were almost too close. And you already knew that you’d be watching these episodes in particular once you’re out of this Island.
“Are you sure that you’re not the one-”
“You wish.”
As stars of the show you’d, expectably, been given the best room in the entire inn. Anything for that sweet, sweet juicy content that would have audiences frothing at the mouth - just as the cameramen were right now.
Right behind you two.
Fighting over each other to get the best shot of Toji leaning over the mahogany woodwork of the entrance, disheveled. The first few buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. Slightly dazed. Slightly in disbelief.
“Tha’s about as far as you damn perverts can go.” He’s narrowing his eyes directly at the greedy lenses, palm steady on the doorknob. But those reality show cameras manage to catch the slight hint of a grin on his face. “Goodnight then.”
Taking one, long look at you.
“Because I certainly will be having a good night.”
It happens so fast that you don’t even have the chance to register it - Toji’s rough hand gripping onto one of your wrists. Before he jerks a bicep of his and tugs you inside, letting the door shut behind you two with a resounding slam!
Alone.
Finally alone.
No producers milking your arguments, and no cameras rolling for every single interaction. You’re stuck with only the two of you, and your labored breathing.
Though, you’re never given the time for it to sink in - not before Toji has your back against the room’s wall, his arms caging your face, meaty thighs pinning down yours. Grin gleaming in the dim lighting, “Easy there, doll.”
“Mmm–” Leaning in, the plush curves of his mouth just lightly graze your own. His sinful scar scraping the outer edges of your lips ever-so-barely-
“Oh- oh, fuck.”
Toji’s feeling your mouth crash into his- and in a singular, split-second he’s addicted. Biting down on the soft insides of his cheek and still managing to let out a throaty groan of displeasure when you instantly break it off.
“No-” He’s gasping, one hand holding onto your throat. Chasing your mouth with a few sloppy kisses that leave your maw stinging, “Come back. Come back come back-”
But you have something else in mind.
And - peering right up into Toji’s widened eyes - you’re falling to the velvety carpet with a dull thud!
Knees stinging with the friction, your eager fingers fumble with the zipper to his pants, “Don’t get- hah-” Steaming hot breath enough to make your date’s half-hard dick twitch, “-cocky about it-”
“Pun intended?”
“What- no.” You’re murmuring, hazy pupils locked on the fat bulging outline you could make out between Toji’s legs. Each pulsing throb made the dark patch of precum on his dress pants grow, and you’re biting back a few wads of saliva from adding to it.
He tuts, lips curling at the ends. “Cat got yer tongue?”
“Tch, no. You’re p-probably not even that…”
“Wanna bet?”
Grouchily, with a thumb pushin’ down the hem of his trousers, Toji tugs down his unbuckled pants. And he’s rendering you speechless. Stunned.
Layers of fabric unveiled just enough for the long, gleaming edge of his shaft to spring up and smack against his stomach. Smearing a wet line of pre that splurges from the end of his cock and all the way down to his balls.
And he wasn’t just big - he was big.
With a plump, tannish mushroom tip that was trickling out sappy pre, making such a mess between your legs as you imagined what he’d feel like inside of you. The circumference was enough to make you quiver-
“O-oh.”
“What was that?” Toji’s cooing, knowing damn well just how big he really was. “What were ya saying? Something about me being…small, doll?”
And as if to prove his point, he’s holding the thick girth of his cock side-by-side to your face. Memorizing the pretty lil’ way your mouth drops at how much bigger the prolonged length of his shaft was, how he was just so thick.
Before you know it, you’re reaching up to measure him in your own hands.
With a gulp, you find your palms cradling his bulky hilt n’ struggling to even close. “Fuck.” Squeezing your thighs together, you’re giving his cock an experimental tug. “Fuck, so this is why you’re such an asshole.”
Toji cracks one of his glassy eyelids open, “Wha’s- oh, just like that, doll- what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Because you’re so…big.” It almost tore at your pride to admit he was right. But how could you not when you now had both hands wrapped ‘round Toji’s swollen girth?
When he was polishing off your wrist with a gleaming sheen of his pre, the bulbous crown of his shaft twitching in the air. You’re whispering, purposefully so the gusts of your breath make Toji sensitively bite back whimpers. “Lets you get away with it- ngh-” Your lips pucker forward in a kittenish kiss, tongue gliding along the tender line of his slit. “Let’s you…fuck.”
But whatever statement you wanted to make doesn’t leave the jumbled mess of your mind.
Because soon enough you’re sheathing Toji’s furious cocktip between your lips and sucking. Like a hot strawberry lollipop, his syrupy precum was coatin’ your mouth and just so thick.
Toji’s hands plastered onto your scalp, he’s holding your gorgeous face upright and thrusting. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck.” Head throwing back until it hits the aged wallpaper of the room, “Heh- guess I found a new use for this mouth, darlin’- fuck!”
Moaning, your textured taste buds glissade down his throbbing veins and make Toji shiver. And for all that he was babbling away, he was just gone.
“Easy, easy there, girl. Was just hah- just joking.” Padded fingertips jittery on your head, scarred lips trembling as you’re bobbing your head methodically up n’ down, up n’ down, up n’ down. Each piston leaves him stretching out the softened insides of your mouth like he’s branding his rotund tip, “Yer gonna fucking milk me dry, y’know?”
You’re raising a brow as if to say that that was exactly what he wanted.
Nails clawing down the surface of his pale thighs, “Mmmf- want-” Tongue slipping further down his plumpened shaft, your jaw grinds against the skin near his pelvis. “Want more- want to make you haaah- cum.”
“That fuckin’ eager?” Toji pants, tilting his head from above. Just so hot n’ big it’s like he was melting with every greedy swipe. “Y’know I’m gonna make you cum at least five times more than me, right?”
Rolling your eyes, you’re only tightening your grip on his muscular legs. Letting the bounces of his pistoning hips strike your mouth, thick cock swabbing the insides of your cheek.
Toji curses as he feels you relax your throat n’ stuff his girth even deeper, length bulging from the sides of your throat with a squelch–! “What? Don’t think I can do it?” Without any warning, without any hesitation, he’s gripping onto the sides of your neck with a free hand and squeezing to feel the veiny cylindrical outline spearing open your maw. Feeling himself through your throat. “Don’t think I can make you cum?”
Slobber streams down the side of your lips and you whine at the zig-zagging pattern his veins were making at the back of your throat.
“Wait-” His brow quirks up, eyeing your watery peripheries. “Has he ever made you cum, doll?”
You already knew what ‘he’ Toji was referring to.
Naoya was all for the cameras, and no steamy date night spent between you two had actually ended up as something you might have wanted to brag to your friends. And so you could only dart your eyes away- for but a mere nanosecond before Toji firmly pulls you by your jaw up to stare at him.
To meet his eyes, probin’ for an answer until you could only shake your head.
He barks out in shocked laughter, “No? No?” Confirming, as you’re gesturing an affirmation once more before he’s planting a fat rut into the cushy back of your mouth. “Fuuuuck, never made you cum…”
With the loudest, filthiest noise Toji forces his ravaged, red cock out of your mouth no matter how much you huffed n’ puffed otherwise.
“Never made you- you-” Constantly repeating, he’s watching as a dollop of precum glitters down the side of your chin and groans. Almost turning his head away, almost wanting to look away because it was just too fucking much. But he couldn’t - he was hypnotized as you’re drinking in the sap of pre he’d left inside your mouth. Breathless, sweating. “Seriously never fucking made a gal like you cum?”
Pouting, you’re shaking your head. “No- I already told you, Toji. Why-”
He leans his head back to look at you through dark lashes, “If it were up to me you’d be cumming until you couldn’t anymore, doll.”
Eyes shuttering, you shiver at the feeling of two calloused palms sliding down your shoulders, sensually. Toji lifts you up like you weigh nothing- and before you know it, he’s carrying you in a few strides across the bedroom to sprawl you out across the satin bedsheets.
Hovering over you, “So-” He breathes out, raspy.
The corners of Toji’s scarred mouth twitch up into something primal once he’s taking in the sight of you with your back pressed against the bedsprings. Mouth-gaped, blinking. “-lemme show you how a real man fucks.”
“Oh- oh fuck.”
Your dress is torn off with a ruthless rip-rip-riiiip– and so are your flimsy undergarments. Toji’s hooded eyes widen as he’s taking in the translucent sight of your panties, soaked through until he’s making out the shape of your pussy.
Thumbing down the edge of your drivelling slit, “Open wider.” He taps your trembly thighs as you gasp n’ buck off of the creaky mattress. “Wider.”
Hands clasping the backs of your knees to smear yourself open like such a slut, “L-like this?‘
The bed sings in protest once Toji’s shifting himself further down, scrutinizing the precarious position you’re in. “Mm– wiiiider.” Tittering at the way you’re straining to, “C’mon now, no need to be shy.”
You’re mewling, body reacting to the utter shockwaves of Toji’s palm coming down to spank the outer edge of your pussy through your panties. “See?” Fuck- he’s just salivating at just how much wetter you’re growing, dripping straight through the cotton fabric. “She certainly ain’t shy.”
Wincing through a few tears, “Just- sh-shut up and ngh- make me cum then.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And in a split-second, Toji’s barely pulling aside your underwear with a sticky sluuuurp–! Pursing his plump lips to spit vertically between your puffy pussylips, your match can’t help but admire the cute, glistenin’ hole hidden between your folds.
You’re hearing the last thing he murmurs—“Bon appétit.”
And then he’s pushing and pushing his face right between your legs until Toji damn near suffocates himself. Just a singular swipe of his lengthy tongue, gluing all the way till the rim of your entrance and he groans-
“Fuck.” Sounding out-of-breath, and it wasn’t even from a lack of respiration. He’s simply gaping open his ravenous maw and plastering himself to every inch of your cunt he could reach. “Fuck- fuuuuck.”
Slightly concerned, you’re tugging on the edges of his black bangs. “T-Toji?” Harder, when it doesn’t make him even budge. “Are you-”
“Don’t-” Toji cuts you off, and his thick eyebrows knit like he couldn’t spare the time to even respond. Only clinging onto the sides of your hips so that he can pull you halfway down the bed and stick his slimy mouth even deeper. “What the fuck- you’re so fucking-” Another wad of spit hits you like a bullet, “-sweet.”
And he was addicted.
Simply addicted, it’s almost animalistic the way that Toji’s ridged taste buds were poking n’ prodding between your bloated pussylips.
Honed in on squeezing between your sloppy hole, he’s feeling you clench your cute insides ‘round him and twitches. “Easy- easy now.” Softly, he strokes the side of your waist, “Let your dear Toji get in there-”
“Just shut up and eat me out-” Quivering, you’re pushing down on his head with all your might - and that seems to be the exact force that Toji wants.
To have your knees closing in on his clammy head, hips rutting off of the bedcoils with every wad of spittle that leaks from his lips. “Mmm- feisty.” And just as the curly edge of his tongue slithers between your cunt, Toji’s right thumb drifts upwards to sliiide over your clit. To make you shriiiill out. “C’mon tell me that again. Again.”
“Ngh, f-fuuuck-” You’re throwing your head back, pupils whirling in stupid circles again and again with every swipe of his tongue. “Just sh-shut up and eat me- hck! out.”
With a groan that breaks at the very end of his baritone, he’s bullying his mouth deeper. And you swear that you’re seeing Toji’s powerful hips come down to hump the plush end of the bed, “Shiiiit, yeah. Love it when you boss me ‘round, doll. Now how about telling me how good it feels.”
Good.
So, so good.
Every stroke of his silvery mouth had you rendered near-speechless, and as a few more solid inches of his muscle eases past your folds you find yourself whining. “Well for that it has to- hah- feel good. Doesn’t it- oh, fuck!”
You’re regretting those words the instant they leave your mouth.
Because just then Toji’s shattering your sentence with a thorough plunge of his thick tongue, again and again. He’s fucking your poor, dewy insides like he’s rubbin’ them raw, “Wha’s that?” Snickering straight into your cunt at the way your mouth falls open with moans. “Wha’s thaaaat?”
“It’s- hck! it’s just-”
“I-i-it-” Toji guffaws, mockingly. That mean thumb of his pressing down on your clit like a button, just the pressure is enough to make you see stars. Lurching wildly with a yelp as he’s taking the opportunity to swat down where you were the most tender. “Stop runnin’ and put it on my face, dammit.”
“You don’t need to- fuuuck- breathe?” You’re asking, almost incredulously.
“Not. At. All. Ma’am.”
And he couldn’t get enough - would never be able to get enough when you were so sensitive and reactive like this.
So it’s with such a sleazy chuckle that Toji’s coiling his second hand around your leg, letting the knobbled tips of his index and middle poke against your wet slope. “But I want you to breathe- to scream, to tell me how hah- fucking good it feels.”
His fingers are just so thick that they can easily pry apart your filthy folds n’ stuff your leaky orifice. The circumferences poking your insides sooo deliciously wide open, the utter stretch is enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Letting off a talkative squeeelch that he’s drunkenly nodding along to, “Mhm– yeah. S’good, huh?” Toji’s doubly spreading you wiiiide open with both his tongue n’ his digits, “C’mon, girl, tell me with those other ngh- lips, too. Not just these pretty ones—”
Hiccuping, “You’re so- you’re just so- fuck!”
“That’s it.” Repeating like a mantra, every pump of his barreling fingertips leaves your mind spinning. Your mouth agape, your pussy bein’ spanked constantly.
Gasping, the crowned edges of Toji’s fingertips curve up into the roof of your cunt. Feeling all over your slimy walls to scour for your g-spot, “That’s it that’s it that’s it-” With a sudden, slamming thrust of his rugged fingers he’s burrowing deeply into your sweetest spot n’ holding it there. “And who’s making you feel this good- who?”
“Y-you- ngh-” Gnawing down on your lower lip like bubblegum, you have to fight to keep your wits about yourself. Riding his handsome face in sloppy drags, “Can you even- handle it, Toji?”
Because you could barely even hear him breathe, hear him pant. Only feeling the lavish velvety of his tongue salivate allll over your snug hole, jackhammering away in bursts in n’ out. “Oh, I don’t need to handle it.”
And in a sultry split-second, your weakened thighs are thrown over his shoulder and used as leverage to drag you down. Manhandling your cunt to smack against his mouth-
“You’re the one fucking falling apart.”
“And y-you’re pussydrunk–!”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” Spitting. Glossing over your swollen pussylips with his drool, he sticks a third digit inside your rubbery entrance and watches as you squirm.
Toji was pussydrunk all the way to his brain, oversaturated with the sweet heat of your core. Big fingers swabbing along your tenderest spots, his third fingerpad easily latches onto your g-spot. “Fuck yes- yeah, and I wanna hear juuuust how good I make m’girl feel.”
His girl?
“Yeah, my girl.” Shit- did you say that out loud? With heady eyes, he nods - and the vision is sensual enough that it almost has you cumming. “Got a problem with that?”
“N-no- fuck! It feels too good…”
With another three swats coming down on your pussy—smack! smack! smack! Toji has his tongue glued to your clit now, swirlin’ over a tiny ‘T’, then an ‘O’, ‘J’, and finally an ‘I’. Making you sound out every syllable-
If your mouth couldn’t formulate his name, at least your cunt was letting it out in the cutest gushes n’ wads of slick. Dripping down each side of his gluttonous mouth, “Out loud now, can barely even hear you over this pretty pussy.”
“Toj-”
Squeeeelch- “Theeere she goes.” Toji smirks, “See what I mean? You hafta be louder, doll. Say my name.” And he could feel every clench, every zap of tremors running down your spine. “Say my name n’ I’ll let you cum.”
Fuck- he knew you were oh-so-close to your orgasm before even you were.
“I-I’m gonna…” You’re gulping, feeling that familiar twist at the very bottom of your tummy. It was something hot and prickly which set your very teeth on edge, “I think m’close, Toji…”
“Ya think?” His tongue continues all those lewd ministrations, and no matter how much you were rutting and curvin’ your spine - it wouldn’t make him even budge. Not even an inch. “Let me hear it. Who’s making you feel this good?”
Again and again, he’s spelling out your name until you’re defeated. Until all you can do it speechlessly mouth those very syllables on your own tongue, dappled with a flood of saliva at his twirlin’ patterns. “T-Toji-”
“Louder.”
Faster. Harder.
“Toji-”
Thump thump thump his digits scrape your g-spot, the end of your cervix. He’s leaving a few battered bruises that have you quaking all the way down to your bones, tongue flickering just to tease you out of your mind.
It’s almost like he wants to cut you off.
And there’s another slap on your pussy, another snicker. “Now how about a-” Fuck- he barely even had the patience, the sanity to pull his glistening features back far enough to speak. “-a ‘Toji, pleeeease—?’”
“F-fuck you.”
Smack!
Just as he punctuates with his relentless tongue, “T, O, J, I- what’s that speeell?”
And suddenly you’re keening, hips lurching off the bed to let his tongue ruin you further than you thought possible. No one had ever bruised your most favorite spots to this extent, made you ever repeat something like a broken- “Toji- ple- oh.”
“Mm– not good enough, how about ‘Toji, pretty please?’”
Soon enough, you swear you’re registering a fourth of his fat fingers reach for the bruised spot of your bundle of nerves. Thumping away like he didn’t care no matter how much his wrist ached, how much his sharp jawline was grinding against your slope. Lips swollen by now- “C’mon now. C’mon- let the fuckin’ cameras hear for all I care.”
You’re shattering, “Toj- ngh- Toji, p-pretty please—!”
And it’s the only thing you can manage, like a constant broken mantra.
Like a prayer again and again in your wailing breathy tone whilst Toji fucked you through your explosive high. And he had his entire face plastered to your gushing cunt like it was stuck with adhesive, tongue swabbin’ all over.
The sizzling ridges of his taste buds were so scalding against the tip-top of your clit. Letting his extensive muscle repeat that T-O-J-I just so you mewl. “Toji- cum—ing- ngh, m’cumming m’cumming.”
“I know.” Rough fingertips strike the side of your pussy’s slope, mouth rovering leisurely between your legs to fuck you with everything he had. With everything he wishes was his long, aching cock. “Mmm, use me. Ride my face with that fuck- pussy like you own it, why don’tcha?”
With a mewl, you’re trying to despite the limpness of your limbs. Hips raising off of the sticky sheets with no rhythm or rhyme, you’re getting yourself off to the nuzzle of Toji’s straight nose bridge against your clit. “I-I am.”
He grumbles, “Not hard enough- where’s my feisty girl?”
“Well- fuuuuck- how do you expect me to- oh.” And you can’t even finish your train of thought before a particularly hard thrash of Toji’s fingers leave you cross-eyed and babbling stupidly.
Again and again.
Cumming on his tongue - honestly, if he were any lesser man then he’d be creaming himself just from the sight of you all pretty and shaking like this.
A pathetic sob escapes your throat as your walls registering the pure stretch of his pummeling digits. Four long fingers tautly pulling your channel to the maximum, precisely ruinin’ your g-spot - it’s like he was trying to make you cry. “Is it- nghh really necessary to have four?”
“Heh-” Purposefully, he’s scissoring two of his rude digits until your pitch reaches a fever point. The pangs of your high leaving you wrung and dry. “Gonna hafta stretch you even wider if you’re gonna even think of taking all of me, darlin’.”
You’re marrying your brows with a stubborn pout, “But I could take all of you.”
“Oh?” Toji perks up in interest, and the grin that stretches his scarred lips is almost feral in nature. “Wanna bet?”
The words sound familiar - but right now you’re way too far gone in your melty mind to even think about recalling from when and where. The only thing you can do is to nod-
“Bet.”
And Toji - oh, mean, mean Toji Fushiguro - dares to swirl out a soppy final swipe of his name on your fluttering hole. Snagging just the end of your pretty entrance in a sweet goodbye, before he puts your soaked panties back in place with a sharp snap!
Grinning—“Anything for you, ma’am.”
It’s just then that Toji takes off his snug shirt of your favorite color - pop! pop! pop!
And you could feel your mouth unfastening further n’ further with each button tugged free, because oh- you’d seen Toji lounging shirtless ‘round the villa. Fighting against yourself to not look too close lest he caught you staring.
But seeing him like this was what made your heart race.
Because he was oh-so-naturally chiselled, with such curvaceous pecs that heaved with each pant. Washboard abs glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, a bead of sweat drips down his temple and down, down, down to his navel.
Disappearing into the curly black happy trail that decorated his hilt.
Toji wraps a rough hand around his base and gives a good pump, peeling off the rest of his trousers. Slapping down the tender, veiny underside, “Then I better hear you takin’ it ngh- all like a good fuckin’ girl, yeah?”
“Tch-” You’re leaning up on your elbows to take a better look, watching in awe at how big his girth looked pulsing between your pussylips. “S’not even th-that big- oh, fuck!”
‘Not that big’ your ass.
Toji fits in the large, pinkish circumference of his cock, and it’s just so easy to plug up your tight fuckin’ hole. Just a single taste of that sinful streeeetch and you were babbling with no sound–
“Oh- oh, my-”
“Ngh- f-fuck.”
Your eyes snap wide open, “D-did you just stutter, Toji?” You find yourself exhilarated, and in response Toji’s snapping his hips deeper with such a guttural groaaan. But it’s still not enough to make you forget- “No- ngh, I swear you did.”
“So what?”
You’d just made the infamous Toji Fushiguro stutter.
And you swear that Toji’s husky bass had turned strained, had turned broken. “S-so fucking what?” The first few inches of his swollen cock pumps in a few inches and he’s finding himself thrusting- just bare, rapid half-thrusts like he was out of control. “Let’s see how- ngh- articulate you are then, huh?”
“Wh-what do you-”
He slaps a hand down on your crowned scalp, “I said what I said.” Using the force to hold your restless body still and push—“Count.”
There’s another menacing probe of Toji’s swole, reddened tip and you find yourself gasping for air. He was just so thick inside that every tiny buck made you go wild at the feeling of his veins.
Toes curled, you just looked so cute being fucked dumb underneath him like this. And he can’t help but let out something that sounded like an airy bout of laughter as Toji plows on- “Count. Fucking count f’me, doll.”
You didn’t need to ask what.
“One-” Because he was already filling you up with the winding lines of his veiny cock, with every thorough inch that made you whimper. “Th-three?”
“Awww, s’it really feel that ngh- good?” Toji coos out at your poor answer, hiking up one of his meaty, pale thighs. The change in angle leaves his split-ended tip crashing against the roof of your walls, “M’flattered. We’re only two inches in, darlin’.”
“Two?” You gape.
If this was two then you might as well never see the light of day before you take all of Toji’s proud inches.
At least, that’s what you thought.
Toji himself was rutting away- sloppily, sensually. Every split-second his cock wasn’t fully stuffed inside your heated cunt made him ache, and he’s thumbin’ apart your tight folds to stretch out your hole. “C’moooon— keep counting. D’you need any help?” With false concern, he takes such laaaanguid glides of beating girth. “You could like this oooooone, twooooo, threee, f-”
“I-I know how to fucking count-”
The scarred edges of his lips curl upwards, “Oh yeah? Then where’s the feisty gal that said she could take it- a- fuuuuck.”
Ruthlessly, you claw your nails down Toji’s broad back, feeling the shifting of his muscles underneath. “What was that?”
He narrows his verdant irises, “Take it all- fuck, stop squeezin’ like that-” It fucking felt like heaven to have his pre-glazed tip mazing in so deep, the very top of his blushing shaft acting like a spotlight that was spearing your walls open.
Again and again and again.
The slick-leaking orifice of Toji’s cock stuck near your poor g-spot and left you mewling. Batting your teary lashes up at him in a way you knew would make him twitch deep inside, “But you said you wanted me to take it- all.”
Your moans were pitched so prettily, like his favorite song. And every syllable spilling out of your mouth left Toji grabbing onto your throat and pulling you down like a glorified ragdoll.
You’re grinning, “And I want it allll, Toji-” Babbling away stupidly- shit, you were so cockdrunk right now. Addicted to the sheer size of him molding your clingy walls, “Can’t help but s-suck it all up.”
“Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.” Your date groans, utterly wrecked. With a thumb squeezing past your puffy core, he gnaws down on his lip and watches at the sultry way your saccharine cunt was milking his inches. Glistening. Winking as you squeezed for more, more, more.
And before you can revel in your victory of breaking him, Toji spanks his gleaming palm down on your drivelling slope. Thwack! “Don’t think that e-excuses you from havin’ ta count, sneaky girl.”
Huffing out a whine—“F-fine. Ngh- Five?”
“Six now.”
And he was still going.
Still mercilessly gliding a few thumping veins down your walls, “Seven-” You’re failing to catch your breath, the stretch was just incredible. Almost as if you could feel the globular mushroom top of him poke into your very lungs. “Eight- nine-”
“Fucking—” There’s a loud, sappy sluuuuurp on the very last mindless rut that Toji’s gifting you with. All the way from the probin’ curve of his tip, to the unruly hair soaked on his base. “-ten.”
Bottoming out.
You weakly mutter, “I t-told you I could take it all.”
It was so much- so much that Toji could easily hover his free hand down on your stomach and feel the cute lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
The tummy bulge that he was clashing against your cervix with; wet, thudding kisses of his cock on your cervix. “So you did.” He wafts a few digits down on that bump and salivates, “Heh, wanna bet that I can make you squirt, doll?”
“Prove it.”
“S’that a challenge?”
“A threat if you don’t.”
“Ohhh, I’m so scared.” Rudely, Toji’s right hand tightens on your throat to make the top of your head feel all heady. And his slithering left hand roams down to pinch your neglected clit, “Are you scared?”
“I-” The confused response is barely formulating in your throat, before your glazed eyes follow his line of sight n’ find Toji locked in contact with your over-stuffed pussy.
He was talking to her instead.
And immediately, all the breath vanishes from your lungs just as soon as he’s giving your cervix a good drilling. Pounding you into the bedsprings like he was furious, like he was trying to get your core to squelch out the loudest sexual noises. “Yeah? Yeah, you are?” The fingertips tuggin’ on your clit move down your slit, “S’that why you’re shivering this much?”
You were just trembling- “Just sh-shut up and fuck m- oh.”
“What’s that?” Both you and the experienced bedsprings were shrilling out in unison, and every slip of Toji’s vein-covered shaft made you lose your damn mind. “Care to repeat that for your Toji?”
You gasp, “Fuh-fuck you.”
“I’m fucking you.”
And it’s just so hot, so hypnotic how your velvety walls kept clenching ‘round him. Toji’s spine arches as he’s carving out heart-shaped lil’ bruises all the way at the bottom of your pussy, pump after pump.
He can’t stop himself from sliding his tongue between his teeth n’ trying desperately to stop the thin trail of pussydrunken drool leaving him. “You- you know- s’funny…” From trying to stop those exact words from escaping him. “S’funny I-”
You blink your teary lids and look up at him in a way that makes him shiver- “Toji–?”
And when you say his name like that-
“…I wanted to do this-” It’s all that Toji can get out before the rational part of his brain left forces his right hand to leave off your neck and clap his prattling mouth shut. To fight the way you’re trying to tug it off - unsuccessfully.
Oh-so-embarrassed right down to the blushing with the tips of his ears that you’re finding him weakened. That you’re finding yourself able to push his muscular body down with a firm shove, flipping you two over.
You arch your ready hips and start riding your date at a frantic pace, slapping the cheeks of your ass down on his pelvis until his skin scorches rouge. “What’s that, Toji–?”
“I’ve always wanted to- fuck-” He swears, eyes drooping down nearly shut as you keep riding him angrily.
Before you can stop it, one of Toji’s beefy hands shoots out to find purchase back on your neck. Squeezing. Manhandling you to grind down harder on his furiously aching cock, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you. A-always. Ever since I hah- first saw you in the villa, in that pretty lil’ dress.”
You’re reeling with his confession - and by the massage of his abs plastering against your front. Toji was built just perfectly for your body, and every figure-eight of your hips makes his happy trail scratch your clit. “So- so then why did you just- spill a drink and run away-”
“Didn’t know how ta talk to the woman of my dreams.” He admits, dopey smile smearing across his spit-glued lips. “Messed up- accidentally spilled a drink n’ ran out of ngh- mortification. How pathetic is that?”
And through it all, you’re seeing the way the flush at his ears extends to his high cheekbones.
How…cute.
Pre slips down in creamy dollops between your thighs and sticks them with each other, Toji’s left hand resting on your hips to guide you. Pussydrunken. Out of control.
“How I wanted to t-talk to you- to haaaah- feel you-” And then he wasn’t just taking your sloppy pace, he was adding to it. With loooong, slurping strikes of his throbbing cock that meet your cadence, “Wanted to see how you’d moan. How you’d clench- fuck-”
He sounded absolutely crazed.
Mouth falling open with gasps, darkened eyes locked on the pattern of your hips. That very familiar pattern. “Are you-” Tone higher. Baritone shattered. “Are you writing your fucking name?”
“Well, we have been paired up now—” You’re admitting, coyly. “S’mine.”
And the only thing you’re getting is a firm planting of his hand on your ass, letting the slap ring across the room. “Write mine.” If you didn’t know any better, then you’d have said that Toji was pleading. Whimpering. “C’mon- c’mon, my darlin’- write mine?”
Pretending to think, “Only if you ask nicely.”
And just then Toji cracks a smirk-
Barely letting your eyes adjust to the attractive expression on his face before he’s mazing his long cock between your walls. Hitting your g-spot dead-on- “S’this nice enough?” He’s slobbering, feral enough that his candied brain only wants to bash n’ bash his pulpy mushroom tip against your favorite spot. “Fucking- fuck, c’mon now.”
“Toji—” You can only whine his name, struggling to match his needy tempo.
“That all ya got, girl?”
There’s a heat near your clit where Toji’s scalding fingertips are starting to squeeze once more, urgin’ you onwards. Grunting, “Seriously- c’mon c’mon c’mon-” Faster. Sloppier, the palm stuck to restraining your throat is all he needs to move your body ‘round.
To have your jerky hips drawing a lecherous ‘T’ - just how he likes it.
“Oh, fuck!” You’re yelping, feeling those familiar sparks of electricity start to build up down your spine. “Don’t think m’gonna last-”
Toji’s nodding in satisfaction, “There we go there- now my favorite-” The ‘O’ has his vein-decorated shaft stirrin’ inside of you, every puffy ridge filling up your nooks and crannies. Then comes the ‘J’-
“Toji- Toji, mmm, please.”
Stretching you out so widely agape that your vision splotches with white as soon as he’s finishing off - a pointed, thorough ‘I’ that directly thrashes against the door to your womb. Knocking you around from the inside, carnally. Primally. “Heh- spelt my name, my doll.”
You’re cumming - you’re cumming then, and it hits you so hard that you’re doubling over his swole front. Mouth gawking in awe- “Cum-cumming- ngh- fuck-”
Drowning in your wave of bliss, your cunt emanates the most sloppy squelches as you fuck back n’ forth. Dragging out each peak of your high down his throbbing length, Toji can only watch in pure hypnotization.
Mossy eyes shining, mouth parted.
Mind static, you barely even realize what you’re doing when one of your hands leap forward to clasp Toji’s neck the same way he was holding onto yours. Nails digging into his clammy skin with each crash of his probing cockhead - you purse your pretty lips and spit between his pretty lips.
Toji gasps, maw hanging widely.
And it’s enough to make him cum.
Just from that.
“You- you made me- fuck!” He slurs out, head dropping back into the pillows once he’s pumping you with stringy wads of cum.
Thump-thump-thumping all the way to drench the back of your womb, each slip n’ slide of his leaking shaft makes you keen. He’s fucking you through your high just as much as he was pumping you till you were overspilling.
With a whine, you’re resting your head on top of his heaving pecs, letting spit puddle out of you like a hose.
And at this point, you didn’t know who was more gone - you or Toji.
Who was splashing his dewy wet sap into you until your pussy formed a cute lil’ ring surrounding his base, feeling the treacly cum drip down his shaft like syrup. “Swear you’re gonna be the death of me-” He’s chanting, beefy arms looping around your waist to crush you to his abs. “Gonna be the- the- oh.”
And it takes Toji only one bat of your teary lashes – one split-second - to flip the two of your exhausted bodies over. Going for a second round. He’s rutting the drenched tufts of his happy trail down on your clit, he’s throwing your legs over your shoulders to bend you down into the sloppiest mating press possible.
A mating press.
A mating press that has him honing his ivory knots of cum deeper inside you, pinpointing the door to your womb. Again and again until you can only throw your head back and take it-
“Sh-shit-” You manage out through bawling whimpers, fists tightening on the silken sheets.
Something that Toji doesn’t fail to notice - he quickly intertwines his much-bigger hands with yours. Pinning you down in a way that made your heart race- “M’paired with you now.” He softly huffs, burrowed cock probing with each syllable. “You. Me. So let me- haaaah- let me start over, my darlin’?”
Scarred lips tickle the sides of your temples, and he makes you whine with a thumb poking between your puffy folds. Pushin’ back each stubborn, leaking ounce of cum-
“So stop wastin’ yer time on bastards who don’t deserve it. Let me choose you. Let me- ngh- romance you. Let me make you happy- oh, fuck, I’d give you the whole entire universe, just say the word.” Toji babbles on, and he doesn’t know whether it’s the heat of your cunt or simply you that’s made him so honest tonight. “Let me be yours?”
“Yes-” Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him close for a lingering kiss. And the hulking man can’t help but feel his heart skip a beat at the way you two fit - two puzzle pieces, thought long lost. “Toji I- oh.”
Your mouth’s dropping into a perfect, sultry ‘oh!’ exactly as he’s pulling your second high out of you.
Sploshing out in thick, palpable waves of your glistening sap- Toji feels the way your cunt floods his pelvis and grins. “Told you I’d make you squirt.”
But you’re barely even registering that right now, barely even feeling anything but the rapid-fire zaps of pleasure invading your lower half. Peaking with pump after pump of Toji’s swollen cock, pushing you through your euphoria.
Departing slick waves of wispy white cum, he was damn near cumming dry just from the sight of you squirting all over his girth.
Drifting a thumb over to collect the wadded-up froth of white, he’s sloooowly pushing the excess back in.
Your mouth drops open as Toji starts up a lazy, loving pace just to watch his buttery mess of cum seep in n’ out of you. “I th-think I remember something about you saying I’ll cum five times as much as you.” Toji gapes, and you feel the fatness of his tip twitch. “We’re still on number two, Toji…”
Oh, fuck.
And that makes rough, tough Toji Fushiguro blush. “Fuck.”
With such pliable ease, he leans over and bends you in half - all the way until your capped knees hit your tits, all the way until you burn with the delicious stretch. Full both inside and out, with his weight positioned over you.
Toji’s mouth humming into your own—“Is it too soon to say the L word already, my doll?”
.
.
.
“They don’t even like each other.”
“I hear production’s been running wild since last night.”
“No, but seriously- I wonder if they made it out alive.”
The restless gossip in the villa had been a constant since you and Toji had left for your impromptu date last night, setting everyone at least slightly on edge for what was to become with the explosive pair.
Even Utahime’s looking at Shoko as the whirlwind of whispers rage on- to which she holds the other’s hand. “It’s okay, no one killed each other. Or got injured. Or argued.” She pauses, “Scratch that last one. And maybe that second last one, too.”
“Not helping, Sho.”
Hell, even snobby, recently-recoupled Naoya looked displeased. And so was the gorgeous new girl who’d left his sulking self to explore her connections - something about ‘being hung up’ over you.
Who’d have thought?
And it certainly was a morning of surprises, it seems - even for a show like this.
Because whilst your two friends ponder over how they should bug the camera crew for details, and Naoya knocks himself back to his senses, saunters in the center of drama themselves.
You and Toji. Hand-in-hand.
And from your breezy pace on the walkway to the villa, you can hear Utahime squeal— Shoko’s fond eyeroll following not long after.
“Is it that obvious?” You’re worrying over at Toji, who only raises an amused brow.
It’d been utter chaos this morning trying to gather your wits while your legs were still sore, and every producer had been gawking as the two of you not-so-guiltily waddled out of your suite.
“My darling, yer covered in bruises, your walk’s more of a limp, your lips are still swollen- and fuckin’ pretty.” He raises your sweetly looped hands, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your palm - just for you, but caught by cameras in every direction that’s meant to leave fans rabid. And a particular unpaired Naoya sour-faced, of course. “And then there’s this.”
Begrudgingly, “Your fault, by the way.”
“I take full responsibility.” Toji shrugs, faux-nonchalance with the blush dusting his ears. “S’long as you’re mine, my doll.”
“Corny.”
“Cold-hearted.”
“Idiot.”
“Still yours.”
You could take that - you’d both be taking this season’s winning prize, anyways.
A/N. Couldn’t stop thinking of how I’d only go on one of these shows if there was a man like Toji there and here we are-
Plagiarism not authorized.
