clawsdevour

[clawsdevour]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; your best friend helps you update your nudes. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. vaginal, oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, filming, slight hair pulling, begging, objectification, breeding, praise + degradation. part one.

after the initial shock dies down, suna empathises with your frustration about being blocked by a guy you actually liked, and understands why that event has led you to want to update your gallery of nudes.

he explains that there are three types of photo that anyone will be receptive to. with these three pics, you'll be able to make any guy your bitch.

the three types of picture are as follows:

1. SQUIRTING PIC

his face drops, "uh," he splutters, not anticipating pushback, "girls can't squirt.. with vibrators." he blinks. the lies were somehow becoming less and less believable, despite how they weren't very convincing to begin with.

"that's a shame." you bow your head in attempt to suppress a chortle at his ridicoulous claim. finally, you decide to give him what he wants, "would you please tongue fuck me, then, rinny?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

"...sure."

"thank you." you smile up at him, innocently, and hum while motioning to his phone in his hand, "do you want me to take the picture since you'll be, uhm, busy?"

he shakes his head gently, and the words leave his mouth before his brain is able to fully process what's going on — he's still stuck on the part where you sent him your nudes. "it's fine. i'll just start videoing and put my phone.." he glances around his room, "here." as he hits the 'record' button and then props his phone up against the lamp on his bedside table. "then you can take screenshots from the part of the video you want."

you nod along with his explanation. however, the camera was behind suna currently, meaning that when he bends down between your legs, the back of his head would be blocking any parts of interest. thus, you inquire, "the thing is, when i finish, you'll be in the way. should we try a different position?"

"uh, i was just thinking you could just let me know when you're close and i'll move out the way." he offers up a simple solution.

"hm, alright." you shrug, twitching slightly as you watch suna get onto his knees near the edge of the bed. it was a sobering sight which made all this feel concerningly real. your best friend, who you've known since forever, was really about to eat you out. it all felt like some sort of hyper-realistic dream — if you thought about it too hard, you might wake up and this will all fade away, hence you refrained from doing so and wordlessly part your legs.

suna's hungry eyes lock onto your bare cunt; how soft your skin looks and the way your lips are already glistening with a thin layer of arousal. you're so perfect, it's like his whole life has been leading up to this moment; those other girls he's been with were just practise so he could fuck you right. his eyes fluttered close and his face drifted towards your pussy like a magnet to metal, until you interrupt:

"by the way, i've never squirted before — i don't even know if i can. so, erm, don't feel bad if i don't finish the way you expect. i can always just fake the pictures if i need to."

suna quirked an eyebrow, not daring to comment on your strange suggestion of falsifying a squirting pic. instead, he says monotonely, "you will. trust me, (y/n)." before you have time to respond, his lips are already connected to your cunt and sucking on sensitive clit, and thus an instinctive whine is forced from your open mouth.

it's easy to tell that he's done this before, and he's clearly a natural at it. one of his arms hook around your leg and presses it against his ear, while his other hand cups your pretty pussy; his thumb strokes at your folds, spreading them wide to allow his tongue access to the untouched parts of your sweet cunt. once he's done sloppily making out with your pussy, his tongue delves into your puckered hole, and his thumb trails upwards towards your clit, where he begins to rub and massage it while his tongue works your insides.

even then, his lips are still latched onto your skin and as his tongue is vigoursly pumping within your walls, slurping up your delicious juices from your entrance. your back arhces into his face, and your hands find their way into his already tousled hair. "hah- rinny, don't stop.." you were in love with the way he explored your insides, flicking at your walls trying to find that rough spot within you.

"mmh, won't." he murmurs against your pussy, the vibrations shooting electric sparks up your spine. he's lost himself in your addicting cunt; when his tongue isn't as far as he can reach in your hole, he's desperately lapping at your labia, greedily savouring your wetness.

"th— ank you, thank you!" you squeal, breath hitching as you can sense his tongue as finally located it — that gummy spot in your walls that makes your toes curl. and he takes full advantage of that once he realises. he'd roll his tongue upwards and aim straight for it whenever he'd dive back into your sopping hole, causing the coil in the pit of your stomach to tense whenever he does so. it wasn't easy to maneuver his tongue due to your unspeakable tightness, but his own saliva as lube made it easier.

"you taste.." he puctuates each word with a soft kiss on your clit, "s— so good." he melts into your pussy once more, sucking on and thrusting into your sore little hole. "mph, babe.."

"think— think 'm close.." with every lick and kiss he brings you closer to your climax.

"fuckin cum, then. n' make it loud." he mutters hoarsely, you can feel his words slither inside you. and soon enough, your coil snaps and your body stiffens in response to the wave of bliss that floods though you.

your first orgasm courtesy of your best friend was nothing short of perfect. due to your constricting pussy, he opts to use his thumb to stroke your clit in order to coax you through your full orgasm. also, so he could pull his face back from your cunt for just a moment and peer at your shivering frame and your bodily response during the high. and it was just as beautiful as he imagined: your back bowed into the perfect arch, as your glossy lips pull into a pout.

not to mention your addicting moans, "ahh— rin! i can't!" you squeak, limbs trembling. "fuck! fuck me— ngh!" it probably wasn't a good sign that you were already losing your mind. especially as, although you climaxed, you didn't squirt that time. and suna must've took that a sign to keep going. before you had even reovered from the first orgasmic haze, his mouth was already glued to your cunt again and was nibbling on your throbbing clit immediately.

you gasp in response to his unexpected movement, and you instinctively grip his hair as your eyes widen, "huh— what're you doing?"

"round two." he says casually. "gunna keep going until you squirt."

"but it's too much.." you blabber, chest rapidly rising and deflating as though you had just ran a marathon. the sheets strained in your fists, wrinkling with each open-mouthed kiss upon your raw cunt.

"that right?" he groaned, the vibrations causing you to gently jut your hips towards him, "sure you want me to stop?"

you're way too fucked out to respond, but the prolonged whine drawn from your throat at the way he idly laps at your pussy perhaps gives you away. "mph, no." you reply sheepishly, in a hushed tone.

"that's right, angel." he grumbles into you, your needy hole swallowing his words up as his hand strokes to the outside of your thigh, "it's just me. you know i want to make you feel good— and erm, help you take these pictures." he hastily corrects himself, then continues on with a gulp, hoping you're to lust-dazed to pick up on his freudian slip. "so are you going to let me help you?"

"yes, rinny." you sigh.

" 'yes, rinny' what?"

"please help me."

your desperate cries for release cause the corners of his lips to curl up into a devious smile. he then mumbles, while carefully caressing your ass, "that's my girl." he finishes with a prolonged and oddly inimate kiss upon your clit, before he swiftly pushes his tongue straight back into your prepped hole and re-establishes his previous rhythm.

the tip of his tongue scrapes against your sweet spot, as his lips drum a deep groan against your sopping pussy. there's an urgency to his pace that wasn't there before. he wasn't as steady; frequently losing his breath and having to ferociously yank his tongue out of your clingy hole and kiss down your slit as he tries to catch his breath. and as soon as he does, he wastes no time in plunging straight back into you.

despite how overstimulating it was, your hips work on their own as he grind down on his face, seeking the faint yet powerful sensation of his nose brushing your clit. his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt, and even as your climax toiled within your abdomen and you were inclined to jerk away from his merciless touch, his hand gripped onto your thigh to hold you firmly in place.

due to his fervent tongue action, and how sensitive you still were from your previous orgasm, it wasn't long before the swelling heat in your core was ready to boil over, pulsing with every devious strike his tongue lays into your hole. but this time it felt different to before, something was more powerful and fierce; like it was burning up the pit of your stomach, and your legs were already twitching trying to contain it. "stop, rinny, i—"

"shh, you're okay. let me take care of you." he rasps reassuringly against your cunt, though he's unsure if you can even hear him over your staggered squeaks. suna could tell you were close by the way your walls flutter around his tongue. he pulls out only so he can suck on your throbbing clit and sensitive folds.

this was all becoming so much, too fast. his tongue on your cunt, the harsh sunction on your clit, his rude grasp on your thighs — leaving you with no where to run to and no escape from the unending stimulation. you didn't know how to cope with it. "fuck, i can't. it's too much.."

"you can take it, angel. you're almost there." your thighs were pressed against his ears but he could feel your legs twitching and lashing out behind him. it was kinda cute that he was able to have this effect on you. since you were so close, he savoured every last drop of your juices, licking your cunt clean and delving into your creamy hole for more.

with the final stretch of your walls to accomodate for his tongue, something insides you snaps and a deep heat comes flooding out of your pussy. your back arches and a breathy shriek is forced from your gut; you're left with no choice but to submit to the all-encompassing, molten feeling. it's so overwhelming yet so relaxing, putting you at ease while causing your body to tense up and your walls to spasm around suna's tongue.

squirt gushes out of your hole, pouring down your legs and soaking your bedsheets. to that you can bring yourself to care, you hardly even notice. your entire body is frozen as you whien through gritted teeth, "ahh— suna, please!" you plead for mercy, as though rintaro could help you now — no , this was a struggle against your own body.

but suna was still nice enough to lead you through it, caress your thighs and kiss your folds even as your cunt was drenching his face and hair. "that's it, ride it out. i've got you, (y/n)." he coos, not usually so affectionate during sex but what can he say? you're his best friend and you're so special to him. "rinny's here." a smirk graces his lips upon referring to himself by that silly nickname.

"hah— suna.." you pant, eventually able to flatten your back against the bed. perhaps your orgasm had finished, but the remnants remains. your pussy was still drooling and your body felt worn, but in good way, like you had just hiked a mountain. not to mention the most glaring sign of your climax, your squirt that stained everything nearby — your cunt, your thighs, the bed, the floor and even your best friend.

"thank you.." you can't help but smile down at him; seeing him dishevelled and covered in your juices was oddly endearing.

"uhm.. it's fine." suna grumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye-contact and suddenly going shy.

"what's the matter?" you ask, concerned.

"i— uh, i forgot to move out of the way for the picture."

2. CREAMPIE PIC

okay, so squirting didn't exactly go as planned. however, hope was not lost. suna explained to you that another type of image that makes guys go absolutely feral for a woman is a creampie pic.

although, you were initially skeptical of the logic; if you were a guy, seeing the girl you're interested in stuffed with the cum of another man probably wouldn't do anything for you. but suna just cited natural biological instincts, and regardless of whose cum it is, it will always activate a man's primal instinct to reproduce with you. yup, it's true.

so, you didn't argue with him any further.

there you were, laid out nude on the bed as you let your best friend in the whole world pound into you. with your legs in the air, resting on his shoulders, suna stood at the edge of the bed and fucked into your pretty pussy relentlessly. his eyes were fixated on where your hips met, watching carefully as your greedy hole swallowed him up.

"so tight. can't believe you were hiding this pussy from me, baby." he slurs, idly toying with your pebbled nipple. though it wasn't an easy task as his cock pierced into you with such a force that your tits were bouncing dramatically with each thrust.

"n' you're so big.." you return the compliment, and despite how he was fucking your brains out, it wasn't too hard to muster up the words as his fat cock was about the only thing you could think about — the way his massive length was stretching out your insides, felt like he was leaving you with no room to breathe.

he huffs a chuckle at the sultry way in which you speak, you're clearly not all there, yet you're still making sense and saying exactly what he wants to hear. "should've dicked you down earlier, huh, babe?" he gradually slows down, easing in and out of you and allowing your cunt to savour every last inch of him. really show you what you've been missing.

"uhuh.. never been— ngh, been fucked like this before." you stutter, looking up at him with dewwy eyes. feigning innocence, when you both know pull well that you just want him to start rearranging your guts againt. still, he buys it. he's so enamoured by you regardless, and leans into press a firm kiss against your lips, then begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. however, he holds your legs against his shoulders the entire time, even as he bends over, and essentially folds you in half while he sucks hickeys into your neck and teasingly drags his cock in and out of you.

"so flexible as well. perfect fucking angel." there's a certain agony in his voice that you can't quite decipher, partially due to his words being buried against the bruised skin of your neck, partially due to how absorbed you are in his cock delicately splitting you open. "should've blown your back out on halloween. in that slutty costume."

your costume was far from incdecent that night. it was normal, but funnily enough, you were probably the most conservatively dressed person at that party — still, it was the fact you were wearing it which made it slutty. you and your perfect, perky tits and round ass. and your dripping cunt that you photographed after suna walked you home, instead letting him take care of you. in retrospect, you were the most gorgeous person at the party and you were both tipsy enough to have made some bad decisions. so, why didn't he rip that slutty costume off you that night?

as he's reminiscing, without realising, his pace increases until he's practically ramming into you once again. not that you were opposed, in fact, this what you've been aching for. "yes, rinny! please, please, keep going." you beg, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, not only from the rough way his dick was piercing into your tight little cunt, but also from the strain at the back of your thighs from the way he has your legs dangling right by your ears.

"pretty girl.." he grumbles into your neck, marking you up while still slamming his hips against your repeatedly. he's so close; he can feel your heart beat against his chest, and more importantly, your erect nipples poking him through his shirt. "dick too big for you? too big for this tight hole?"

"uhuh." you drawl, losing yourself to the hedonistic haze until he snaps you out of your trance by gripping your cheeks in his hand. your eyes are forced open and you see his face hovering above yours.

"your gunna have to get used it then. your pussy's mine now." his heavy eyes drag lecherously down your exposed body, admiring how it jerks upwards with each rough thrust. "open." his grip tightens on your face.

you shyly part your lips, just enough for him slot two fingers right inside there, so deep it almost causes you to gag. your tongue swirls his digits momentarily before he yanks them out with a faint pop, then slips his wet fingers down between your thighs to pinch and rub at your swollen clit.

"such a good g— nghh." as he's trying to mock you, he has to choke back a whimper, due to your walls clamping down on his cock unexpectedly. it's only temporary, and he's freed in time to keep furiously pounding into you, but it does cause a lapse in his rhythm. he can tell you're close; your pussy speaks on your behalf. even then, your cock-drunk expression and trembling legs were a dead giveaway too.

"you almost there?" he heaves, nails sinking into your soft hips as he continues to brutishly drive into you. "cum for me, baby."

although his wispy voice hardly cracked above a whisper, in combination with his expert fingers abusing your little clit and his buldging tip hitting just the right spot inside you, he sends you hurtling over the edge. your toes curl and back arches off the mattres as your cunt squeezes around his length. "fuh— fuck, suna! right there, mph!"

staggered breaths pull from his chest and his eyes wring shut as your walls clamp down on him and milks him for all he's worth. hushed moans fall from his lips as he relishes in the best pussy he's ever had, before he fills you up entirely with his seed. the hot tension spreading throughout his body is the only thing keeping him upright, otherwise your tight grip on his length was enough to cause his knees to buckle under him.

his cum permeates through your insides, coating your walls and burrowing at your cervix. it was the most satisfying experience; like a comforting hug for your insides after they had been destroyed by suna's fat cock.

despite the fact he's too tired to move and relishing in the feeling of your stuffed cunt, he does the right thing by gently sliding out of you and grabbing his phone from the nightstand and flipping the camera on. after his length is removed, there's nothing left to plug your hole and hence his white seed is left to slowly drip out of you. pearling by your entrance, then seeping down across your ass and onto the bed.

he took two pictures: one with flash and the other without.

"thanks, rinny.." you drone, in a whiny high-pitched tone.

"it's fine." he states, enchanted by the way he's left his mark on you. his fingers move on their own to swipe some of his cum back into your cunt, shoving it right up there roughly, despite your weak protests, "i didn't know you were on birth control."

that single sentence was enough to whip you out of your fucked-out daze. you try not to make your anxiety too obvious, but you body may have betrayed you by freezing up, "uh, right.."

3. BLOWJOB PIC

of course, this one was the least surprising proposal.

although, you were perplexed by this for a similar reason to the creampie pic — why would a guy want to see you sucking another man's dick? — but suna once again reassured you that the sensuality of the image will distract from any possessiveness. and either way, if a guy does happen to start experiencing some stirring jealousy, that will only make him want you even more, so he can stake his claim over you.

that was logic you could follow. sorta.

when you initially got on your knees in front of suna, the plan was that you would lick him clean of the variety of fluids sticking to his shaft and he'd take a couple photos as you did so. which he did; as your tongue worked up and down his warm length, swallowing the salty juices as they gathered on your tongue, suna watched from behind his phone screen. the flash was on so every time he'd snap a picture, he'd get a clear vision of your cute face lapping at his cock.

there was a dull thumping in his chest. he couldn't believe this was actually happening, his sweet best friend whom he has shared so many memories with and whose always been a shining light of comfort and innocence in his life — now you were asking him to take nudes for you.

"i got the photo." he croaked, strangely implying you could stop, while his hands told a different story as they tangled into your roots.

with your eyes shut, your kiss up his length, paying particular attention to the thick vein decorating his shaft, which made him shudder. "mm, but i'm not done, suna."

"but i got your photo." he repeated.

you smile, huffing a laugh out of your nose while your lips were still pressed against his throbbing tip. the air tickled his sensitive length and he had to grit his teeth and ball his fists to suppress a moan. you don't make it any easier by looking up at him with your starry eyes and dulcet voice, "but i want to thank you for all your help."

he blinks down at you, speechless as he watches you tease his tip with the flat of your tongue.

you take his dumb-founded silence and sitffening grip on your head as permission to finally envelope his cock with your mouth. first, you part your lips and take in his leaky tip. it's hot with need, and you can tell by the spluttered moan you lure of suna, he's been aching for this. your mouth has to stretch uncomfortably wide to fit his girth, but you're willing to make sacrifices for your best friend in the world.

you follow up by sinking forward, allowing his dick to slide back in your mouth until it's brushing against your uvula. thankfully you're too distratced by his hand lovingly caressing your strained cheek to even think about gagging. you look up at him, mouth full, and he smirks. "you look perfect like this." his thumb grazes your cheekbone then he cups your chin, tempting you forward, closer to his base, "think you can take it all?"

without further instruction, you pull away from him then lean forward again, accepting his entire length into your mouth despite how your throat constricts around his tip. and you keep going on like this; eyes screwed shut as you frantically sucked his cock. there was an extreme urgency to your movements, as you learned that if you deep-throated him and retreated fast enough, your body wouldn't have time to react or gag.

you were fully consumed by him. your best friend's cum was swirling around in your womb, conjesting your pussy and pooling in your panties while his cock was continuously drilling into your mouth. even your nose kept pressing against his base so his deep musk was all you could inhale. plus, you had his hickeys and marks littering your neck and collarbone.

your brows furrowed together as you struggling to take him all, and he laughed shakily at the sight. "when did you get so good at sucking dick, hm?" there was a sliver of sarcasm in his tone, but you were far too preoccupied to notice or care.

your severe mouth-action was far too much for him to handle. perhaps he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine, but being thoroughly pleasured so soon after his previous orgasm has left him so painfully sensitive. the way your tongue licked the underside of his shaft as your lips dragged against him was too intoxicating and it made him light-headed. fortunately, there was a wall behind him to brace against when he was about to lose balance.

his erection was so stiff, your lips were quick to bruise from the rapid friction against it. he left a dull bitter flavour in your mouth that trickled down your throat which each harsh thrust — it was unpleastant yet you loved it. you begged for more with each impassioned movement.

"shit— you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that." he wheezed with almost a chuckle. if his dick virtually twitching in your mouth didn't make it obvious enough that he was close, then his mindless garbling certainly must have. "sendin me all those slutty pictures. it's like you wanted this."

he narrows his eyes and squeezes your chin, causing you to falter, "gunna finish me off like a good whore?"

your eyes are watery and crystalline tears poke at your lashline. you answer his question with half of a solemn nod before continuing to bob your head back and forth on his cock, but this time with a fiery desperation he's yet to see from you. tears cascading down your cheeks as you deep-throated his pulsing cock over and over. while saliva clung to his length and stained your cheeks and chin.

soon enough, that determined expression was wiped clean off and replaced with a horrifically lewd one as he comes undone right into your mouth. "fuck, that's it, (y/n). that's right. such a good girl.."

your eyes roll back in your head at the hot instrusion sinking down your throat with a sting. still, suna's fingers were locked in your roots to keep you in place as he bucks into mouth slowly, "yeah.. perfect, baby. swallow it." he says gruffly. you did so, albeit it's not like you had much of a choice.

eventually, he slides his dick out of your mouth and you both watch as strings of saliva keep you linked. you smile, amused, but suna is hasty to sever the connection and stuff his cock back into his trousers.

you gaze at him silently, hands placed neatly on your lap. there's been a sudden shift in his demeanour; he's still panting, but he notices and quirks a brow at you, "what?" he asks, curtly.

"so, are you officially my bitch now?"

[clawsdevour]

GOOD LORD YES

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.”

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.

.

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.

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.

.

“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.

[clawsdevour]

gojo nsfw hcs

wc: 0.3k content warning: gojo x reader, smut lol, not proofread

note: hihihi been a while since i'm on vacation, but when i get back home in like a month i'll def be publishing more lol !!! also this was kinda rushed but enjoy :3

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-gojo, definitely plays around depending on his mood and the current atmosphere. if it's light-hearted he's more silly and less dominating in a way where you'd find yourself giggling and a little embarrassed from the jokes he cracks up. if the air is more intimate and arousing, gojo's going to show more intense actions like deeper and longer kisses that make you both run out of breath.

-gojo, would always be edging you to the brink of sobbing throughout each moan. doesn't matter if he's got his fingers in you or rubbing inbetween your legs with his knee, or just drowning you with stimulation using his tongue, he won't stop till you have tears swelling in your eyes as you scream his name and cock.

-gojo, for sure slides his dick in so terribly slow you can't help yourself but rock your hips while his blue eyes watch in delight. before you could get his full length in, he'd slide right back out while you gasp from the emptiness inside. coated in your slick, gojo would slide his tip between your dripping folds and hitting your clit multiple times, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine.

-gojo, starts thrusting at a slow pace, making sure all your walls can fill him inside, scraping away and starting to build up your release. gojo loves the weight of your legs on top of his muscular shoulders, everything, boobs, face, moans all on display beneath him to watch while he pounds you into oblivion.

-gojo, would find it even more thrilling when you want to do all the work while he observes your breasts sway up and down, while your pussy grips onto him for all dear life as you move, coating his cock with your glistening essence while his balls swell and make contact with your ass to create the skin on skin clap within each thrust.

-gojo, finds the way your nails dig into his skin to make crescents painfully hot. he'd also savor the feeling of your nails scratching and leaving behind lingering red lines on his back arousing while you cry out for more of his cock that penetrates you with every thrust, leaving no hole empty when he climaxes.

-gojo, would enjoy grabbing your hair while he's blowing your back out or when you're on your knees giving him what's his. he'd also enjoy getting his hair grabbed as well, to know how badly you need him. his lips are the same, capturing you in every place and dragged down to every crevice. the marks he leaves on you are only in places where he can see and claim as his.

-gojo, whenever he goes rough, he always makes sure to lean in and kiss you on the cheek and ask if you're doing okay before he picks up the pace. the whole time, you're unable to think, let alone drowning in all stimulation you bare with while he's pumping his cock in and out till you both orgasm.

-gojo, fucks you out of your misery. your moans, groans, and shouts he gets out of your mouth are music to his ears, to which his own mixes in throughout the echoes of the room like creating a symphony. he loves listening to you babble throughout each thrust and how you giggle from the satisfaction of being filled to the brim with his size. he'd also fuck you while he's on the phone, trying to get a noise out of you to joke around while he continues to thrust.

-gojo, would coat your insides pure white with his cum, watching the excess drip down your hole that pulsates for more before his finger trails the excess to push it back in, making sure all of his essence makes its way into you where it's safe and kept by you.

masterlist here

[clawsdevour]

Currently surviving with limited wifi lol

[clawsdevour]

movie night

wc: 1.3k content warning: established relationship, atsumu x reader, smut, not proofread, just a lil sum before i leave for vacay today!

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after work you find yourself nestled in your boyfriend, atsumu's arms on the couch as you two watched an old memorable romance movie.

under his big and lean stature, you can feel his tender arms wrap around your waist, his focused stare on you instead of the screen, and his fingers that lingered while fiddling along the hem of your tee as they attempted to slither up.

this went on until you've got to that scene of the movie where the actors are making out on screen which made you turn to look at atsumu who's beet red.

his deep brown eyes are intensely staring at the tv, trying to avoid eye contact, especially his growing length down there which you haven't yet noticed. his skin flustered a shade of bright pink as his heartbeat suddenly increased imagining that the scenario in front of him was with you.

that's when you shifted to get more comfortable, you felt his size beneath you—big, solid and rock hard. atsumu's holding back the biggest groan ever and disguising it by clearing his throat.

"you're so quiet 'tsumu," breaking the dense silence of awkwardness.

his beady eyes are darting towards you, widening like he's been caught. giggling, you can't help but smile at how cute atsumu can be even though sometimes he can be a little rowdy with his own teammates and twin brother.

"whudder ya talkin' about. i'm just, ya'know... watchin' the movie" atsumu's embarrassed as he's pointing at the intense makeout screen in front of you. swallowing hard, you switch your position and straddle his beefy legs with your thighs. you put your arms around atsumu's broad shoulders as he watches with need and desperation. naturally, atsumu's arms rested on the sides of your plush ass to hold you steady.

"buddy, you're not fooling anyone down there" you whispered into his ear, which was red with the blood that rushed to his head before landing a delicate peck on his fuming hot cheek.

"fine, ya caught me lackin'. are ya happy now?" dropping the innocent act, atsumu's furrowing his brows with a smirk emerging on his lips while takes his firm grip off the sides of your ass and puts them both in the air.

"not quite yet 'tsumu. i think you forgot something" you said with a lingering desire as your eyes made contact with his and with his growing cock that rubbed along the fabric of your shorts and his grey sweats.

"don't worry we'll get to that later" rushing, his lips immediately start making their way down your neck with his hands holding you tightly around your waist like you're gonna disappear from his grasp.

your hands mess with his blonde hair, softly tugging and running along his scalp while you release your moans of pleasure from the sensation of his warm lips peppering you with kisses and a few deep hickeys. while his mouth is busy, you can feel his fingertips look for an opening up your shirt as your skin tickles with his hasty touch.

his fingers eventually make their way up, finding your bra and unclipping it. atsumu stops in his tracks for a moment to help take off your shirt and bra, revealing your perky nipples that stiffened in the cool air.

the dimly lit living room made atsumu's marks glisten in the light emitting off the tv screen. you looked like a piece of fresh meat in his lap. he can't help but start fondling your breast while circling his wet tongue on the other. his eye contact is stern, watching your every change in expression from beneath as your head tilted back.

his warm breathing tickled the top of your chest, goosebumps formed on your arm while you arched further into atsumu's embrace.

"'tsumuu, hurry. want you inside," you whimpered along with stringed moans as your eyes pleaded with desperation, your hands making their way up his soft hoodie to feel his rippled figure beneath.

"don't worry, i'm gettin 'der" atsumu said between ragged breaths.

creating space and impatience between you two, he quickly removes his hoodie and tosses it into the dark abyss of who knows where in your living room before his hands attach themselves back onto your bare waist.

this time, atsumu's got you with your back on the coffee table while his lips combat the coldness you're sprawled upon. his fingers work on pulling down your shorts and panties in one go, leaving you completely nude with only the glimmer of light shining from the tv to reveal your figure.

"god, y'er excited huh?" picking up your slick on his middle finger to see the string of essence that lingered. you can't help but moan the moment his fingers delicately brush your intimate area while you thirst for more.

"put it in, i don't wanna wait anymore 'tsumu" you whined as you reached for the tent his cock created in his grey sweats.

"don't blame me if ya start crying from how good it is," atsumu snickered before sliding off his sweats, displaying his cock that stood tall and leaked with precum.

atsumu pumped his dick a few times in his hand before laying it on top of your throbbing cunt. his cock slid between your glistening folds, collecting your slick for a more pleasurable entry while satisfying you as it stimulated your clit in the process.

watching yourself get teased made your patience grow thin while you moaned at the sensation that could be more. using your hand you guide his cock down to indicate your ready, his beady dark eyes reading your facial expressions before he put pressure and entered.

"fuck, y'er so tight.." atsumu breathed the moment he got his dick in, feeling your walls clench and throb around him.

your nails are digging into his muscular shoulders that towered over you, creating crescents in his skin. wrapping your legs around him while you took atsumu's full length in, you can't help but moan under his breath every moment he's inching in.

"gosh, you feel so good" you whimpered in his ear, making him even harder.

"'m gonna start moving" gripping your hips with a bruising grasp, he's thrusting slow but strong.

the sound of his heavy balls clicking with your ass echo in the room while you gasp with every powerful thrust atsumu gives you—making you shake and tremble with waves of ecstasy even.

atsumu's lips greet you every time you start screaming his name in hopes of soothing your hot body. your pulsating cunt wrapping him with your gummy and warm walls makes him groan out load with every thrust as he picks up the pace, making him lose his sanity and control.

the moment his hands are pushing down your thighs is when you knew you were about to reach euphoria. knees to your chest, his hot mouth toying with yours as you the skin on skin slapping along with the creaking of the table, his strong thrusts quickly build your climax. at this point your nails are creating their own marks on the table while atsumu pounded you ferociously.

"shit, i'm boutta... cum" atsumu's breathing is raw and ragged, his face illuminating with the light of the end credits playing on screen.

"inside—me.. 'tsumu!" you screamed while chasing your high.

hearing those words, he's going at his absolute strength, his grip on your thighs mark you from behind like he's crushing you. the heat pooled at the bottom of your stomach, ready to be released at any given moment while his tip kisses your cervix.

"..cumming" atsumu panted, coating your plush walls with his gooey milky white while you soaked in your own release like you saw a blank screen for a moment.

why watch a movie when you can make your own?

masterlist here

[clawsdevour]

blanket hog, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro is a blanket hog, plain and simple.

➼ pairing! timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

➼ warnings! none, this is pure fluff

➼ word count! 1.1k

➼ author’s note! erhm, hello! found this half-written piece i wrote last summer and finished it up. enjoy :p

"Tetsu," You hum out softly, pointer finger jabbing into the meat of said man's arm for the umpteenth time. As expected, Kuroo doesn't so much as move a muscle. Huffing quietly, you lean back onto your calves, knees digging further into your side of the mattress that you share with the insufferable man who currently lies with his back towards you. Eyes moving past him to get a glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you realize that after having completed your night routine and spending a good ten minutes attempting to wake up your boyfriend, a new day has begun, and god, are you tired. So despite knowing it's most likely futile, you give one last call of your boyfriend's name. He remains asleep, or what you personally believe to be a pretense of sleep. And normally, you'd simply leave him to his own devices. But there was one issue.

He's hogging the entire comforter. And the room is freezing.

But you also know what he's doing. Kuroo has always been a provocative man, living for the thrill of riling up others - dishing out teasing remarks and displaying mischievous behavior. And you have a suspicious inkling that this is most likely your "payback" for not coming to bed earlier with him when he had asked you to, instead opting to tell him you'd join him later. He had insisted on you coming with him, but all you could do was offer him a chaste kiss on the cheek before bidding him a good night. And so he went, sulking all the way. However, you really couldn't be blamed. You had been sent home with a ridiculous amount of paperwork, and since it was your Friday, you had wanted to knock it all out tonight so that you didn't have to fret about it on your days off from work.

Still, in Kuroo's deluded mind, it was probably considered an unforgivable betrayal.

Thus, this was him "getting back" at you. But unfortunately for your boyfriend, you are anything but compliant. So instead of playing into his antics, you kick your legs out from under you, so that you're no longer sitting on your knees, before settling back into your spot of the bed, albeit a bit further from Tetsurou than normal. And instead of trying to tug the blanket out of his hold, you merely curl up into a ball, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them in an exaggerated attempt at conserving your body heat.

Because you know your boyfriend. And you've been with him long enough to know that he can never keep up with his antics for too long, especially not at the expense of you. The sight of you, cold and curled up in the bed, would surely be one to tug on his heartstrings. The thought alone makes a smile curl onto your face, and it widens even more so when you feel just the slightest shift of movement coming from the other side of the bed.

You knew that little shit wasn't sleeping.

Still, you refuse to acknowledge him. Instead, you remain curled into yourself, deciding it's your turn to feign sleep. Eyes fluttering shut, you school your features into a passive one. Moments pass in silence, and in all honesty, as each one ticks by, you find that you could probably slip into true slumber at any second, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you and settling deep into your bones. Blanket and Kuroo be damned.

Just before your body fully gives way to its fatigue, arms are suddenly slithering around your waist and gently pulling you back, until your back is pulled flush against Kuroo's chest. A wave of warmth rushes over you when you feel the plush material of the comforter you share with your boyfriend being draped over your body, along with the combined warmth of his body heat. As a result, your limbs slowly retract from your body, legs and arms straightening out as you practically melt into the warmth that's now engulfing you. You nearly miss the quiet huff of air that comes from behind you as your body grows more lax. But your ears pick up on it, and the smile that has been playing at your lips since you first felt Kuroo's touch on your skin grows tenfold. 

He couldn't even last two minutes.

"You're so mean," Tetsurou's sleep-ridden voice vibrates against the shell of your ear, soft lips brushing against the skin there with each word being spoken. You won't admit it but the soft touches have you melting back against his chest.

"Says the one who was going to just leave me out in the cold."

A huff slips past Kuroo's lips, but still, his arms tighten around your waist.

"You deserved it," Came Kuroo's childish retort and you can practically hear the pout on his lips as he speaks.

An incredulous laugh slips past your lips, and you twist in his hold so that you can meet your boyfriend's gaze. He's pulled you so close to him that your nose nearly bumps against his when you resettle, and just like you predicted, his lips are turned down into a small pout.

"And why exactly do I deserve it, pray tell?"

"You wouldn't come to bed with me." His pout deepens, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop the laughter that is bubbling in your throat and threatens to slip past them.

"Aw, my poor baby." You coo instead, fingers reaching out to give his cheek a pinching little tug. He's quick to swat your hand away but he doesn't let you pull away, instead threading his fingers through yours and letting your conjoined hands fall against his chest. The action has your teasing tone slipping away, and a more sincere gaze replacing your prior mischievous one as you peer up at your boyfriend. It's not hard to notice the small bags he has forming under his eyes, faint hues of blue and purple beneath them acting as a testament to his own demanding workload and exhaustion. Frowning slightly, you reach out with your free hand to push some of the hair off his forehead, touch featherlight and gentle as you take him in, "Well, I'm here now."

"Yeah, well, it's too late." Kuroo huffs out, as if he's not currently entangling his legs with yours and tugging you even closer to his body, free hand guiding your head to rest in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, yeah." You roll your eyes in response, but there's a content smile playing at your lips as you feel the soft kiss he presses to your forehead, "Definitely too late."

[clawsdevour]

So cuteness

after walking around the mall with akaashi keiji you find a small photobooth. you figured it’d be a perfect thing to do on your first date as a couple. so, giggling and shuffling in, you two sit together, shoulder to shoulder.

“3… 2… 1!”

you both give your signature smiles, though, they’re a bit bigger than usual. you look at keiji’s dimples and the way his cheeks puff when he smiles like that.

“3… 2… 1!”

you both do a little pose this time! showing off your “claws” and scrunching up your nose. your mouth is wide open, imitating a roar, while keiji’s is more timid — hoshi would be so proud of you guys.

“i look a little weird,” he laughs, covering his mouth a bit.

“you don’t, kei,” you smile

“3…”

you both look at each other, not knowing what to do for a third pose. keiji sneaks his hand, warm and soft, to your other cheek, cupping it softly.

“2…”

he pulls you closer to him, closes his eyes, and presses his lips to your cheek. with no time to react, you close your eyes and smile, heart doing jumping jacks inside your chest.

“1!”

keiji pulls away, covering his flushed face. you share a little giggle, resting your head just under his chin.

“3… 2…”

you do the same to him! clammy hands, trembling lips, warm cheeks. with his cheeks squished, he tries his best to give a wide smile, eyes forming into little crescents.

“1!”

shuffling back outside, you huddle close to look at the pictures. you giggle together, shy and stupidly smitten for each other. looking up at him, you gently rub away the lipstick stain on his cheek.

you end up putting your copy into your phone case, keeping a cherished memory with you wherever you go.

needless to say, photobooths are your favorite with him!

keiji akaashi brainrot keiji akaashi brainrot

[clawsdevour]

😝😝😝😝

kuroo da boyfie realness ?!

[ @corvidaith ‘25 ] hello ! i am not new to tumblr but am new to writing li'l fics and smau and any of the like :) plz be nice [@uzmacchiato for divider ♡] open for suggestions and comments!

[clawsdevour]

Hey everyone!!! I know this isn’t my content but I really want to wish safety for everyone who will be protesting for No Kings day regarding Donald Trump, ICE, and everything that is happening right now because it’s scary and dangerous out there and I really wish you guys are able to get back home safe by the end of the day 😢😢

[clawsdevour]

OH MY GOLLY GEE

play fighting w your best friend atsumu and things are innocent enough at the start—just some light hits and soft nudges.

but things start to get a little more intense, a heavy hand here, and rough grab there, til he’s manhandling you while you laugh and squeal for him to stop, slapping at his wandering hands.

then he’s got you under him, you’re both breathing a lil heavier than you were at the start. there may be some bruising tomorrow, but it’s nothing the two of you can’t handle.

you decide to be cheeky and pinch at him, til he’s laughing telling you to stop being annoying, frantically reaching for your hands.

he’s got one of your wrists in his hands, the other twisted in the front of your shirt. then his eyes are wandering, and his breath catches a lil.

the way you’re sprawled out beneath him, his hips slotted against yours. he’s hyperaware of the heat radiating off your body, the skin that peeks out where your shirt has ridden up.

and you’re still trying to catch your breath, not paying him any mind. meanwhile, he’s shaking a bit, pupils expanding, and suddenly you don’t look like his best friend anymore.

[clawsdevour]

isn't that enough?

wc: 0.3k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, husbandd sakusa x reader, smut, not proofread

˚*･ॱ ˙ 𝄞 ˚

your weight sitting on top of your husband, sakusa's muscular thighs, his erect hot cock melting inside you and molding to your shape. your back arched and your body shivered when his full-length just barely kisses your cervix.

sakusa's calloused fingers are tightly gripped on the sides of your waist, and his big, dark eyes stared with hunger, intently at your flushed expression. soaking up the warm tightness wrapped around his cock is overwhelming while he tried to maintain his cool. he can't wait to see you break down into a mess on top of him.

"i'm gonna start moving if that's okay with you," his husky voice murmured, gazing at your facial expressions before landing a peck on your simmering cheek.

nodding, he's bucking his hips at a turtle's pace seeing how you feel taking it slow before increasing his speed and strength. your hands wrap about his neck, fingers nestled in his black and curly hair that briefly smelled of lavender shampoo. his lips are on your neck, softly sucking and giving you kisses to ease your trembling body.

little did you know, he's all ears and listening to every sound you make whether it was a small gasp from the moment his lips made contact with your neck or the moan that slipped out your mouth from when the tip entered into your small hole.

losing control, your whimpering immensely the moment he speeds up. his cock is stuffing you completely, pleasuring all areas of your plush and gummy walls. sakusa finding your sweet spot made you scream in pleasure with your eyes wide in shock when he started to hit that area profusely to hear you moan and call out his name. folding aimlessly into his toned build, you can't help that tears start to swell as you saw white when you came on his cock.

sakusa's slowing down, almost to a halt with the white thick rim around the base of his dick. his calloused digits coming up to your face, wiping away your tears while you begged for him to continue pounding you.

sakusa chuckles under his heavy and ragged breathing.

"you haven't had enough?"

masterlist here

[clawsdevour]

summer has OFFICIALLY STARTED FOR ME #THANKGOD

[clawsdevour]

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i feel jolly today

thank u for spreading the jollyness

[clawsdevour]

SIZE KINK USHIJIMA?????🤔🤔🤔🤔

(real btw) this is true 😂😂😂😂

[clawsdevour]

LORDDDDDDDD

— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; after being blocked by a situationship, you show your best friend your nudes and ask for advise. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. distribution of explicit material, oral, objectification, mentions of squirting, breeding, anal & filming.

he door to suna's room creaks at you step inside.

after having spent all day bed rotting with your best friend, you decided to step out for some fresh air (and a quick smoke), and unsurprisingly, suna is still exactly as you left him — on his phone, leaning back against his headboard. he doesn't spare you a glance as you enter the room.

your phone is still perched precariously on the edge of his bed, and you approach it with caution. part of the reason you rushed outside was because during an awfully risque text conversation with a guy you've been talking to, you obliged and sent him some lewd pics. but he left you on read.

in your defence, it was a heat-of-the-moment decision, and he did request it, so it's not as though you were sending unsolicited images like some sort of perv. but the fact he was taking so long to respond did make you feel like one, though a small voice in your head tried to reassure you that surely he wasn't ignoring you, perhaps your pics have just given him something to take care of.

regardless, the larger part of you was moritified and unsure what to do, so you just dropped your phone on the bed and removed yourself from the situation — clearing your mind before you returned.

now, it was time for the moment of truth. you sat yourself awkwardly down on the corner of the bed, and hesitantly reached for your phone. no new notifications: that didn't fill you with much hope at all. after inputting your password, you navigated to the app and searched for his contact, and suspiciously it wasn't it your 'recently messaged' tab.

your heart was already thundering in your chest, but this only made it far worse. all your messages and chat history with this guy had disappeared, and when you tried to desperately type one out to him, it was immediately marked as 'failed to send'.

you frown, body going slack as you fall back onto the back and defeatedly drawl, "he blocked me.."

suna finally perked up from his oblivious post at the other side of his bed, "who blocked you?"

"the guy i was texting.."

"that sucks." suna responded bluntly. though you couldn't blame him, he clearly didn't understand the severity of the situation, so you tried to explain it to him,

"you don't get it! i actually really liked him, and we were having such a nice time talking until.." you trail off, failing to find the courage to admit the shameful truth.

"until?" suna pried.

"rinny! can i ask you something?" you inquire, swiftly sitting upright as you shift the conversation, "can i send you some photos and you can tell me what you think of them?"

if suna was being completely honest, he was only half paying attention to whatever it was you were saying, so naturally he didn't notice the sudden change in topic of discussion — or he just didn't care. your new request wasn't foreign to him though; often you'll ask him to review random pics that you plan on adding to a photo dump online. or asking him to rank what order you should add the pics to your instagram carousel. or in which of these three images are you serving the most cunt. stuff like that, thus he agreed.

"sure. send them and i'll look."

"yay." you hummed with delight, and eagerly forwarded him the pics, "let me know what you think. i thought they looked fine but now i'm having second thoughts.."

he tapped the notification at the top of his screen and was directed to the chat with you. in which, he was met with an influx of images he was not expecting.

you, his best friend, who he's known for as long as he can remember, perched on your bathroom counter and posing for a mirror photo — wearing nothing but a floral thong and no top. your back was facing the mirror so he couldn't see your chest, but the plump globe of your ass was fully exposed and unshielded by the skimpy sliver of fabric.

his blood rushed to his head, and also his dick. his whole body was tense and thus his eyes were glued to the lewd picture of you, not only because he was mesmerised but also since he was so rigid he couldn't bring himself to move his thumb.

the furious pounding of his heartbeat rattled in his eardrums. he's never seen you so bare before. of course you've worn revealing clothes around him before — like when you go to the beach together, or sometimes when you're just hanging out in a warm environment — but never in such a purposeful or pornographic manner.

don't get him wrong, you've always been alluring to him but he just assumed that was just a part of your nature and he was being a sly pervert for secretly viewing you in an explicit way. like when you'd pull your hoodie off and your shirt would ride up and he'd get a peek of your underboob. or when you'd sit with your legs up on the couch while wearing shorts and he could see the outline of your sweet folds. it was undoubtably hot but that was never the intention, or so he assumed.

even though your back was to the mirror in the image, he could still tell that you weren't wearing any top, and the placement of your other hand just underneath the rotund curve of your ass was so deliberate and hot. it's like he was seeing you in a whole other light; he didn't know you were capable of being so sexy on purpose — he always assumed it was more of an accidental thing for you.

it's like his whole impression of you was shattering. maybe you weren't the sweet girl with a grimy sense of humour he thought you were; maybe you were truly a slutty bombshell. it was surreal and nauseating yet he still ached to see more.

though, before he began scrolling through the several other images you sent him, he gulped and turned the phone to show you the screen, "uhm, did you mean to send me this?"

you furrowed your brows together and leaned forward to inspect the screen, afraid you might've sent him pics of your medical anomaly that you meant to show the doctor. but once you examined the pic, you sighed and sat back in place, "yeah, those are the right ones." you state plainly, and suna proceeds to stare blankly at you, entirely speechless.

it freaked you out a little, so you attempted to fill the uncomfortable silence, "what do you think? that's what i sent to the guy before he blocked me. i thought they were kinda cute.. but there must be something wrong with them." he still looks astonished, so you clarify, "and he asked for me to send them, by the way. i didn't just do it randomly."

suna nods slowly as if that were of any reassurance what-so-ever. you press him to continue looking, and he cautiously does so. his thumb moves on his own as he swipes through the multiple suggestive images you sent him. and his dick begins to throb looking at each one.

they are all so hot; makes him feel so perverted for enjoying it. many are taken in your bathroom mirror, a string bikini top with a measly little thong on. he recalls you wore that exact set to the beach with him one time, except you were wearing a floral sarong too. it was sheer but there was still enough fabric to obscure you're delicious ass. but in this picture it was all out for the camera.

there was even a couple shots from that one halloween where you went as a zombie cowgirl. the costume itself was cool but suna recalls it wasn't revealing or intentionally 'sexy' or anything like that — which is why his heart leaped upon seeing your various upskirt pics, that were probably taken after he walked you home after a night out. some were shot directly up your skirt, showing the plushness of your ass up close, while others were taken in your bedroom mirror. either with you lifting your skirt up teasingly, or full-on bent over for the camera. from certain angles, he could even see the imprint of your lips through your thin panties which drove him absolutely insane.

to think, if he was smart enough that night, he could've stayed over at yours and buried himself in that cute ass, that you were clearly so desperate to show off. could've ate that pristine hole and felt your soft ass cradle his face. it's as though he could hear the adorable little noises you would've made, ringing in his ears.

he been gawking at his phone screen for a while, saying nothing, so you pry, "i look fine, right, rin? c'mon, please don't tell me i look weird! i thought these pictures were cute, so i don't know why he didn't like them.." you whine with a frustrated pout. you really don't understand men, thus you were hoping suna would be of some assistance, but he wasn't even saying anything or providing useful insight. just gaping at his screen.

"uh, they look.." he started, voice trailing off as his eyes were still glued to your perky ass clad in nothing but a thong, and his mind began to run wild with fantasies, "uhm.."

you interpretted his lust-fuelled daze as disinterest, and sighed. "really? they're that bad. what's wrong with 'em? i don't get it.. oh! is it because i'm leaving to much to the imagination? are they not overt enough?" you bite your lip as you antsily scroll through your secure folders and forward him some additional pictures, "look, i have dirtier ones. whatdya think? are these ones better?"

as promised, the new images you sent him were dirtier. filthy, in fact.

now you were wearing absolutely nothing. suna choked on his own spit at the sight of you stood bare in front of your bathroom mirror, posing suggestively for the camera. your whole pussy was exposed and so were your erect nipples, that he had previously only seen when they were teasing him by straining against the fabric of your tank tops.

he knew you were attractive but it was shocking to realise that is the body you've been hiding this whole time. had he knew that earlier, he would've ripped your clothes off a lot sooner.

in some of them your hair was wet and the bathroom mirror was steamy, as though you had just gotten out of the shower. for the most part he's been hyper-focussed on your seductive body, however, he's suddenly beginning to notice things in the background. like the pattern of the bathroom tiles.. and the shape of the mirror.. and the colour of the countertops.. shit, were some of these taken in his bathroom?

there was no denying it. the reality came crashing down on him like a sack of bricks and knocked the wind right out of him. at some point, he was chilling in his room, probably playing video games or texting his friends without a care in the world, patiently waiting for his turn to shower, while you were in the adjoining bathroom, posing for nude selfies and showing off your slutty tits for the camera. in his mirror.

fuck, if only he knew. now he feels like an idiot. the things he would've done to that hot body in the shower, his dick aches just thinking about it. he'd need to finish in you so many times, until his cum was drooling out of you and he'd only stop once the water ran cold.

there were shots with your legs spread too. on halloween again, your skirt was hiked up and your panties were pulled to the side, exposing your glistening cunt. he'd do anything to lock his mouth to those puffy folds of yours. taste that sticky, juicy cunt. even without flash, your pussy was visibly soaked with your arousal. it coated your lips and stuck to your inner thighs.

and the sight of your tantalising hole was enough to make him light-headed. so puckered and cute for the camera. and it was about the tightest little thing he's ever seen. from the way your own juices soak your pretty pussy, he could tell you were undoubtly needy that halloween night. he hates himself for not burying his cock into that snug hole and stretching you out. pounding his fat dick into over and over, and making you take it. or his tongue, then he wouldn't stop until you squirt in his mouth, and he'd keep going for several rounds until you—

"hellooo? earth to rinny. anybody there?" you wave your hand in between his dry eyes and the phone, which momentarily rips him out of his horny trance.

"huh?" he groans, confused as to what you are disturbing him for, when he was so close drinking up your first orgasm (in his imagination.)

"do you think i should've sent the dirtier pics?" you pondered aloud, waiting for suna's much-needed input, "maybe he blocked me because he thought i was a prude, or something like that."

"you're definitely not a prude." suna utters his first coherent (and sfw) thought in the last ten minutes. "why.. did you send me these?"

"so i can get your opinion, dummy!" you roll your eyes, prodding at his shoulder, "that's what i've been syaing this whole time. it's not like i'm showing you my nudes for fun."

"right.." his brows twitch, trying his best not to even glance down at his phone screen, as he knows he'll be distracted again, "i think you look fine."

"fine?!—"

"—great! you look great." suna swiftly corrects himself, then continues, "why do you care that some guy blocked you? he was probably just an asshole."

"what if he blocked me because he thinks i'm hideous?" you whine.

"you're not." he states plainly. "but if you're that worried about it, i could help you take some better photos."

"really?"

"yeah." he slowly stands up from the bed, weary as to conceal his throbbing erection as he moves, "what're friends for?"

you smile gently up at him, and without further question, you begin to remove your clothes. in truth, you are a bit hesitant because you've never purposefully stripped for him before — yeah, sometimes you guys would change in front of each other, but that was never as intimate as this. however, you persevered because you felt as though during your embarrassing moment, you reached a new level of friendship and camaraderie with suna. one in which you could be more vulnerable with each other.

first to come off was your jumper, then your shorts, and next thing you knew, you were laying completely nude out in front of suna. he loomed over you, grasping onto his phone camera for dear life. his eyes were zeroed in on your tits, but you tried your best to ignore that and giggled, "how should i pose first?"

rintaro forced himself to gulp down whatever hedonistic thoughts were brewing in his mind, for now. he didn't want to risk appearing too eager, even if your naked body in such close proximity to him almost caused knees to give out under him. he needs to act casual. "lay on your back."

you do as you are told, and you mewl slightly as his cold hands runs over the back of your thigh, massaging your silkly flesh. he kneeds the doughy meat of your ass with his palms, then promptly spreads your cheeks to expose your puckered asshole. you can almost hear his devilish grin as he snaps a photo and hums, "there we go. so tight for the camera. you wouldn't mind if i.." his muses, as his fingers idly dance over your rear, playfully poking your ass until they sneak down to prod at your hole.

then, without warning, he shoves two digits straight in, takes the pic then yanks them back out. your back arches instictively at the lewd intrusion, "ngh, rinny!" you squeal, scrunching your features, "just take normal ones.."

"this is the sort of stuff guys like, though." he reassures, stroking your perky ass, savouring the sensation of your supple skin under his hand. "action shots."

"hmm.." you considered his suggestion, bearing in mind that he's a horny fuck that probably just wanted to stick his fingers inside you, "maybe my old pics are a bit vanilla.." you admitted.

"yeah. they're hot but you could look a lot hotter." he said, blinkly slowly, "you know what guys like? squirting pics."

"...really?" you raised an eyebrow, peering over your shoulder so he could see your clearly dubious expression.

"mhm. most guys are super turned on by it. you could land any guy if you had a pic like that." he explains with an absurd amount of sincerity and confidence, despite the fact he pulled all of that out of his ass.

"and how would i get a photo like that?" you slowly roll over onto your back, so you're looking up at him while he's stood at the edge of the bed, holding your thigh in one hand and his phone in the other — with his camera pointed directly at you.

"i guess i'd have to tongue fuck you.." he says 'begrudgingly'.

"oh i'd never made you do that, rinny." you're onto his agenda, since he does a terrible job at hiding it. the massive tent in his pants was making it too obvious that he wanted to fuck you. but you like to tease him about it. "i could just use a vibrator, while you take the picture."

his face drops, "uh," he splutters, not anticipating pushback, "girls can't squirt.. with vibrators." he blinks. the lies were somehow becoming less and less believable, despite how they weren't very convincing to begin with.

"that's a shame." you bow your head in attempt to suppress a chortle at his ridicoulous claim. finally, you decide to give him what he wants, "would you please tongue fuck me, then, rinny?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

"...sure."

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