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in the back of my primate behavior lecture rn trying not to cream my jeans. my screen protector has bite marks on it do NOT talk to me right now i need him so bad

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

Why do I always draw this man with blood? I just noticed the past ten drawings I made of him, he’s beaten and bloody

LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

WHO toji fushiguro.

CONTENTS rough sex. dirty talk.

TOJI WHO’S SHINY WITH SWEAT, little droplets wetting down his bangs and dripping from the tip of his nose.

Sitting on his heels at the end of the bed, your ass propped up on his thighs, your legs on his chest, he pounds into your cunt deeper than you’ve ever felt it before. His good hand anchors you by the shoulder, slamming you back into his hips with every stroke.

“Fuck me harder, Toji,” you pant out. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“You want more, little darlin’?” he snarls. “You want more from your daddy?” Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh, you nod, head spinning from the way his cock grinds against your front wall. He pushes your legs to the side real rough-like and grabs under your hip. “Ass up. Right now.”

You roll onto your knees, spread your legs wide so he can push his big fat cock back inside you and god, it nearly makes you cry every time. “You better put your face in that pillow, darlin’,” he growls as he grabs a handful of your hair, snapping his hips into you faster and faster. “I don’t want the neighbors callin’ the law.”

Hold it.

pairing: toji x fem reader

tw: mean sadistic dom toji, creampie, cum withholding, permission usage , orgasm denial, vibrator torture, daddy kink, size kink, biting, full nelson, begging, reader cries, dumbification, messy, fear play, reader says “no” but it’s not cnc or any kinda thing like that.

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“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Toji warns, growling into your ear, feeling the dampness of your tear stained cheek. “If you cum right now it’ll be the last time you ever fucking do.”

He’s been at it for nearly an hour. Got you pinned and pretty, pressed into a full nelson, cock sliding in and out, deliciously grazing that sweet squishy spot that’s got you gushing around him. He’s got one arm wrapped around your thigh, holding a high powered vibrator flush against your clit, and the other shoving your head down to look at it. Fucking your cunt hard and fast while the toy shakes you to your core.

“Pl-plea,ease daddy, - oh fuck- pleaaasse!” You beg, eyes big and glittering from the tears, mascara running down your face in big black smears as you cry for him. “Please l-let me c-cum! please I’ve been so g-ood please please please please! I did what you wanted please j-j-just let me c-u-um!!” You’d been like this since the beginning, hearing Toji utter the command to hold your cum until he said so the moment he thrusted it, pussy twitching and throbbing as he upped the setting of the vibrator, his thick fingers spreading your lips apart as he set it right on top of your clit.

You had been good, you had held back your building orgasm so well. He could feel it in the way your pussy clenched desperately around him like a vice, the strangled breaths you took trying to calm the throb of your cute little cunnie being abused. The way you cried. He reveled in the way he ruined you. The way he chipped away at your resolve with every pump of his cock into your leaking core. The way your spirit began to wither with every vibration sent to your most sensitive spot. You had been doing so good, he was honestly surprised. He didn’t expect you to last this long, you must really be trying. It actually made him a little proud, it almost made him feel bad. Because he was going to break you.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you cry- your body can only take so much before it reacts. And he couldn’t wait to see how it would. After being denied orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. How long had you been holding the rising build up? How much cum have you held in? You were already fucked dumb, hardly able to form sentences, and eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of your drooling mouth.

It was only a matter of time.

“If you cum without permission I’m gonna find another dumb little whore to fuck. One who will listen to me. One who will be good.” He whispered into your ear, obviously lying through his teeth. But you were too fucked out to know the difference. He groaned as your pussy clamped down once again in a desperate attempt to keep the ever tightening wire from snapping. You cried a string of no’s and he smiled against the skin of your neck, eyes glazed over and glued to your cunt. “If you cum before I say, I will never fuck you again.”

And with that, he pressed the vibrator to its highest setting and slammed his hips the farther at they would go, splitting you open as the vibrator ravaged you.

And the wire snapped. And the flood gates open, and your body stilled as your vision went white and for a single second everything was silent.

And then you came. Hard. Your body seized and your eyes rolled back as a scream ripped through you. Toji’s eyes lit up, grinning sadistically as he frantically fucked you through, sending you into a deep orgasmic ecstasy that you’ve never felt before. Toji bit down into the crook of your neck as he fucked his cum into you, painting your insides with thick hot gooey spurts. Milking the both of you for everything you’ve got, the two of you ride your release for what feels like a blissful eternity before your body relaxes and drops into his chest, exhaustion immediately setting in. And after a second or two of adjusting to the come down, realization of what you had just done creeps into your foggy, fucked out mind. Fear sets into your heart, beating rapidly out of your chest as you turn your head to look at Toji with such big fearful eyes. Your lip quivers and your eyebrows knit together, big fat tears welling in your eyes, falling as you begin to cry again, “I’m sorry, daddy, please don’t l-leave m-me! I t-tried so hard, tried so h-hard!! didn’t mean to, didnt mean to, please-”

Though he found it intoxicating seeing you so afraid and so submissive, hearing you cry made his heart ache. His eyes softened, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he ran a hand thru your hair, kissing your forehead sweetly, “awww baby, I didn’t mean it. Would never leave you, you did so good. You were so good for me.” he cooed, settling you down as you hiccuped, drifting to sleep in his arms.

Toji fucking u while u make him breakfast or lunch for work cuz you're being so good to him

MMM yess >> (reminder that my requests + thirsts are closed and that this is a backed up request!) also,, i hope you guys like my new navigation layout ☺☺🤞

cw: nsfw 18+ minors DNI, cussing, Toji holding you, kissing

your wrist cramps, arm angled as huckleberry jam glides over rye bread with ease. The silver of the knife scratches against the crust as you feel Toji's arms wrap around the soft of your waist. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck with a warm hum as you sigh in his hold.

"What's for today's lunch?" he kisses the hot skin of your neck.

"Huckleberry jam and peanut butter sandwiches," you smile, turning your head to expose the curve of your jaw. Friday's lunches are always saved for huckleberry sandwiches, Toji knows that, knows the schedule to a T. But it's become a routine for the both of you; You pack his lunch - still dressed in his shirt from the night before - he hold you in his arms and asks what's on the menu for lunch, already knowing the answer to today's, tomorrows, and the day after.

"You smell good." Toji's voice is still heavy with sleep as he pushes his forehead against the back of your head.

you smirk, "That's the jam," you squeal when your ass is met with a pinch and huff of laughter leaves Toji's chest from behind you.

"Did'ja use that new rose shampoo you were telling me about?" you can feel his smile against the skin of your cheek as he kisses it.

You nod, "You like it?" a soft 'clink' echoes throughout the honey-warm kitchen as you place the butter knife onto the counter.

Toji hums and sighs, "me likey a lot." you both fall into a soft fit of giggles before Toji began to press soft, whiskery kisses against the line of your jaw.

you reach an arm behind you, fingers threading through his raven locks with a hot sigh, "Toji, you gotta leave for work soon-"

"Mhm," his voice falls into a moan when you press yourself back into him, hips grinding against his own. Toji kisses at the base of your neck, pulling away to flips his hair back from his face before turning you around; his hands reach for your hips, picking you up onto the counter - the cool granite makes you whine.

"Shh," Toji presses a warm kiss to your lips. You can feel him smile into the kiss.

"Wanna fuck," he grumbles into the skin of your neck, already pulling at the hem of your shirt, "You okay?" he pulls you into another kiss, whispering against your swollen lips as he undoes the link of his belt.

You nod, "Please," voice cracking into a gasp as he fills you; your walls squeeze his length deliciously, pulling him in as a throaty moan rolls up from his chest. "Slow, slow, please," you're whimpering, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he comes to a stop with a grunt.

"Slower-" you repeat with a sob.

"M'goin' as slow as I can, sweetie." His voice is strained with moan.

The two of you hold each other quietly, shared sobs and broken moans purring between the two of you as you nod for him to move.

The kitchen's hot and your skin tingles and shivers with chill as he pulls himself out to the tip, pushing himself back into your cunt with a groan.

"You feel so fuckin' good," he chokes, grabbing at the base of your neck to pull you into a heavy kiss as he thrusts into you with hot pants.

You're slipping against the cool surface of the counter as he pounds into you, legs trapping against his hips to keep yourself upright. "M'gonna fall," you cry as his length runs against your gummy walls, lips covered in hot slick squelch loudly as he presses himself to the hilt inside of you.

"No you're not." he offers no explanation, rather, he picks you up from the counter entirely, holding you as he continues to thrust into you. The size and mere strength of Toji never fails to send your mind reeling.

Your cunt flutters and he groans, cupping you closer to his chest, "M'gonna cum, M'gonna cum, baby-"

"Fuck!" You cry out; your orgasm hits you fast, throwing your head into the crook of his neck with a moan as your walls tighten and pulse around him. "M'cumming," you whine, nerves overstimulated as he continues to pump himself into you.

"Me too," his voice his tight with grimace as his cum fills you, "Jesus," Toji groans, pressing his face into the hot skin of your chest.

He holds the two of you up for a few seconds, legs trembling as he rides out the last waves of pleasure before settling you back onto the counter with a sloppy kiss. His hands massage the skin of your thighs as he kisses up and down the column of your neck.

"We gotta do that more often."

FUELED APOLOGY ☾

angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match

tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,

the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…

he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.

“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.

you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.

“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.

it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.

yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.

“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.

he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!

his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.

you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.

you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.

so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—

“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.

“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“

“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.

“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“

“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.

“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“

“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.

“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—

“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“

“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.

he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?

“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”

“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.

toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”

“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.

“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.

“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.

“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”

“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“

“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.

“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.

“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.

“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.

“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.

the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?

“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”

you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.

“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.

your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.

your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.

your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.

his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.

the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.

you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—

“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.

“what—“

“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.

“what’s wrong?”

“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?

“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?

“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.

“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“

“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.

“toji we need to get you ready—“

“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.

“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—

“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“

“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“

“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.

“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“

“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.

“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.

“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.

“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.

“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—

“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.

“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”

“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.

“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.

“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.

you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—

“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.

you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.

your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…

once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—

“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”

you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.

you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.

everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—

pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.

“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.

“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”

“how so?” he raises a brow.

“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.

“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.

“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.

“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”

his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”

he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.

just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹