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Over-Under: SparringInstructor!Toji x Reader

cw: porn with feelings, love confessions, smut // wc: 2,805 // [ao3]

You gritted your teeth as the wind was knocked out of you again, landing flat on your back on the mat. “Aren’t I supposed to be learning something here?”

Toji grinned down at you. “You are, doll. You’re learning how to fall.”

You pushed yourself to a crouch and swept out a leg, trying to knock him off balance. He side-stepped you easily, the cocky grin never leaving his face. “Quit telegraphing your moves. I can tell what you’re going to do just from your eyes.”

“You piss me off, Fushiguro.”

“Then act like it, pretty thing.”

You lunged forward, driving your fist toward his stomach in what you hoped would be a devastating blow. He took the hit and let the momentum carry you both back, forcing you to stumble forward against his broad chest. He slid his arms around your waist, dropping his lips to your ear. 

“If you wanted me to hold you that bad, you could’ve just asked.”

You shoved away from him. “Some fucking trainer.” 

He laughed, holding both hands up in mock surrender. “So feisty. That’s about the only thing you have going for you right now.” 

“I’ll show you feisty, asshole.” You launched yourself at him again, this time ducking under his lazy jab and landing a hook to his ribs that knocked the air out of his lungs. Approval flashed across his face as he bent double to suck in a breath. 

“There ya go, doll. Keep thinkin’ about how much you hate me,” he teased, returning to a fighting stance and beckoning you closer. “Or didja just get lucky?”

You brought your gloves up to your temples and rushed him again, letting anger carry you more than technique. He bobbed and weaved around your swings, surprisingly agile for a man of his bulk. He expertly maneuvered you into a corner. It wasn’t until your back hit a wall that you realized you were caged in.

He braced his hands on the wall above your head, leaning down into your space. “Good try, doll. You’re gettin’ better.” This close, you could see sweat beading on the tips of his choppy black bangs. You hated how much you liked the look of him like this, his tight black top soaked through and throwing every ridge and ripple of muscle into sharp relief. 

Toji followed your line of sight, a smirk spreading over his lips. “Like what you see?” Your scoff of denial was entirely unconvincing, and he knew it. “I don’t blame ya.” He flexed his biceps and gave you a stupid wink that made your stupid heart skip a beat.

“In your dreams.” You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice cracks. He’s so close. You can feel the heat coming off him, smell the exertion that somehow just makes you want more, makes you want to taste the salt-musk of him. You moved to duck under his arms and he brought them down to your shoulders, flattening his palms against the wall on either side of you. 

“Tapping out already, doll? There’s so much more I could show ya.” His voice is lower now, rough and promising. His gaze burned down your body, then dragged back up to your lips. “Maybe some things I could learn from you.” His smile is crooked, sharp, devastating. You want to suck at the faint scar that marks the corner of his mouth, but instead you laugh lightly.

“Like what?”

“Hmm, let me see.” He tilted his head at you, feigning thought. “Like how your lips taste.” He leaned closer. “What sounds you make when you come.” 

You trembled, pressing closer to the wall as if to ground yourself. You’d thought he’d at least beat around the bush a little longer, give you a chance to salvage your pride. You risked another glance down his body, this time taking in the sharp curve of his narrow waist and the expanse of his muscled thighs. Your breath hitched at the sight of the bulge that pressed against his joggers. 

“You see what you do to me?” Toji held your chin and gently tilted your head back up to face him. “But I bet you’re soaked through those cute little leggings, huh? I’ve seen how you look at me, doll. I wasn’t born yesterday.” He said it so casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it was. 

He snaked one big arm around your waist and pulled you to him, your body flush against his. His hold was firm, but gentle, and you couldn’t remember any of the techniques he’d been teaching you to break it. Your brain was completely empty, taken over by the distance between your lips and his mouth. 

“Go on, escape,” he whispered, his raspy voice shuddering through your chest. “Unless you don’t want to.”

You stood there dumbly, lips parted in a little “oh”. He bent and dragged his lips along your jaw, messy and demanding. You melted into the sensation, eyes closed in bliss as his nose slid along your cheekbone. His heavy breath puffed against your face, and you shuddered as you felt him smile, teeth sharp against soft skin.

“Seems like you don’t wanna escape, doll. Am I right? Is this lesson over?” A smug grin spread over his face as he continued kissing down your neck, lips hard and demanding over your racing pulse point. “Because it seems like I won.”

You reached up to drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and digging your nails into his shoulders. “You win, asshole,” you murmured into his chest, angling your head back in an invitation he eagerly accepted, hot kisses trailing down to your collarbones. 

“Mmm, but you’re gettin’ better,” he said, rough hands around your waist, shoving your tank top up. Toji dropped to his knees, his eager mouth now ravaging your stomach, your hips, up along your ribs and the swell of your tits. He moaned against your skin, the feeling sending sparks down your spine. You clutched at his hair, pressing him impossibly closer.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” he groaned, pulling away from you just long enough to tear his shirt over his head and toss it away. “Why dontcha see if you can pin me down?” 

You’d never back down from a challenge, especially not one given by the man who was currently kneeling at your feet, shirtless and glistening like a Greek god. You launched forward, aiming to tackle his shoulders and knock him off balance. The move worked perfectly, and in a few seconds you were panting on top of him, staring into his warm eyes as he huffed on his back on the mat. He looked proud of you, and it made you want to devour him. 

You sat up slowly, straddling his hips with a smirk of your own. “Gotcha, Fushiguro.”

“Yeah you do,” he breathed, almost reverent as he gazed up at you. “Damn good view, doll. Now that you have me, what are you gonna do with me?” 

The question made you throb, aching for him, and he knew it by the way you squirmed on his lap. The friction made his cock jump in response, and he sucked air through his teeth, big hands holding your hips still. “Careful,” he chided softly. 

“Why? We both know what comes next.” He laughed, effortlessly lifting you off of him and gently pushing you back on the mat. 

“Impatient for me, huh? You missed daddy’s cock that bad?”

“Shut up,” you whined, swiping at his stone abs above you with a weak shove. 

“Oh, I will, don’t worry.” He slid your leggings down your hips to  reveal your soaked panties. He nuzzled his nose against the wet spot and inhaled your scent. “Mmmm. Love my girl like this,” he sighed. You couldn’t help moaning at the pressure. You bucked your hips down on his face, chasing the friction desperately, and he laughed into your cunt. “I love that you love getting manhandled, kinky little thing.” He pulled away to smile wickedly. “Or is it just me that has you so messy? Would you still be this wet if I was all sweet and nice to ya?”

You mewled and reached down for his hair, trying to force him back down, but he easily evaded you to continue his teasing. “No, really. Would you be dripping on my tongue if all I did was give you sweet lil’ kisses? Maybe I should find out…” A faraway look crossed his face in the space of a heartbeat, too quick to question. He pulled your leggings up and settled himself over you again, making good on his threat with a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. His scarred hands were shockingly soft in your hair as he gently brushed it from your forehead so he could press another kiss there. He cupped your cheek in one calloused palm, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip as he looked into your wide eyes. “Look so beautiful spread out under me,” he rumbled, the praise foreign on a tongue more used to talking shit. 

“Thank you,” you answered hesitantly, feeling suddenly fragile. He huffed a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. He must’ve hit you harder than you thought, because you almost thought you could see a blush on his cheeks as he leaned back down to you.

“I’m no good at this kinda thing,” he mumbled into your neck. 

For a moment, you couldn’t believe you heard him right. It wasn’t until you felt his shuddered breath against your skin that you processed what you heard. You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him close to fight the sudden fear that he would run and deny it all. 

“Like what?” You asked, breaking the tense silence. 

“Lovin’ you,” came his breathless answer. You tangled your fingers in his hair to tug his head back, searching for any hint that he was lying, that this was another tease. All you saw was an aching vulnerability in his deep blue eyes, his lips tight-pressed to keep from trembling. 

“Toji, you- what are you saying?”

“You heard me, doll. Don’t make me say it again,” he pleaded.

All you could do in response was draw him into a kiss, your mouth silently forming all the words that caught in your throat. He moaned into your mouth, the sound sending a pang to your chest. You had never felt him like this, stripped of his bravado and dominance, broken open in your arms.

“Toji, oh, Toji,” you breathed, gasping between deep kisses. His tongue pressed against your lips and you let him in, shivering at the insistent swipe of him exploring your mouth. You had fucked dozens of times, on the sparring mat, in the locker room, in the back of his car- but this kiss felt like the first time you had ever touched him.

You pulled his hair harder, your back arched into his grasp. You could feel his heart pounding, an echo of your own dizzied beat. You fumbled blindly for his waistband and dragged it down without breaking the kiss. Toji growled as his cock sprang free, the tip flushed and pearled with precome.

“Baby, can I-” Before you could finish asking permission he pushed himself into your hand, past caring how needy it made him, beyond anything but assuaging the want that coursed through him. He was undone from the moment you kissed him, the moment you accepted his confession without being horrified or laughing in his face.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, smearing it with precome as you pumped your fist along his shaft. He shuddered as you worked him, heavy-lidded eyes staring down at where you held him tight. You had just settled into a rhythm when he pushed you away to tear your leggings down, impatient with the tight fabric. You laughed and lifted your hips to help give him access, and he groaned at the sight of your arousal leaking down your thighs. 

He cradled your head in his hand as he lowered you back down on the mat, making sure you were comfortable before he grasped his cock and aligned it with your drooling cunt. His breath hitched as he felt your heat around his tip, and it took all his effort to keep from slamming to the hilt. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours, his voice betraying all his vulnerability and hope. 

“Do you still want this? Want- me? Knowing how I feel about you?”  

“I want you, Toji Fushiguro. More than anything.” You held his face in your hands, drinking in the look of awe that crept over it at your affirmation.

“Fuck doll. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that.” He rocked his hips forward as he captured your lips in an ardent kiss, the sweetness deepened by the feel of his thick length sliding against your fluttering walls. You wiggled your hips down to meet him, swallowing his moan. 

He set a rapid pace, the normal roughness of your couplings tempered with newfound passion as he kissed you harder, his hands adoring every inch of your exposed flesh. 

Your head fell back as he pounded into you, every stroke sending sparks down your spine. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels bouncing on his taut ass as he rutted deeper from the new angle. Every drag of his cock felt like it was stretching you wider, each twitch pressing his thick veins into your throbbing cunt. Your orgasm crept up your stomach, the pressure building as Toji messily kissed you in time with his thrusts.

“Toji, I- fuck, oh god, I…!” You squeezed your eyes shut, breath forced out of your lungs as he hiked your thighs to your shoulders.

“Yeah, baby? What do ya wanna say? I’m fuckin’ you dumb, huh? You feel so goddamn good, open those pretty eyes so I can see ya,” he babbled.

You opened your eyes, the words tumbling out of your parted lips with a rush of adoration and adrenaline. “I…I love you, Fushiguro!”

His hips stuttered. “Baby, you- fuck, you mean that?” He breathed hard, his eyes sparkling as they stared down at your flushed face. 

“Of course I do,” you cried, “I love you, I love you, love- you,” you kissed his face on each repetition of the phrase, salty skin against eager lips. A smile like the sun broke over Toji’s face, somehow both at odds with and perfectly fitting the brutal way he fucked you into the mat. He slammed wildly into you, his technique traded for intensity as he chased your frantic hips with his own. He gathered you effortlessly into his strong arms, holding you against his sweat-gilded chest. 

“Feel like I’m dreamin’, you’re too good for me, perfect lil’ doll,” he moaned.

“All yours,” you pant, curling into him, feeling his cock reach impossibly deep inside of you.

“Fuck, say that again,” he demanded.

“All yours, Toji, I’m all yours, all fuckin’ yours,” you said desperately, whole body thrumming with the need to come, to feel him come, to take everything he had to give. 

“You’re killin’ me,” he moaned, all rhythm abandoned as he buried himself into you, bouncing you on his muscular thighs like a toy. You rocked your hips against him as he bottomed out, the friction against your swollen clit rocketing you to your peak. You came with his name on your lips, your limp body held up by his cock and his corded forearms beneath your back. 

He followed you over the edge, his face twisted in ecstasy as he buried it in your neck, thick ropes of come poured deep into your womb. Some of it leaked out around his base, your juices mixing with his creamy seed as it ran down your trembling thighs. His grip didn’t weaken even as he softened inside of you. He held you even tighter, murmuring praise into your hair as his muscles relaxed. You stroked his cheek with a shaky hand, soft kisses along his sharp jaw.

A little of his old self showed in the smirk on his scarred lips. “You love me, huh? You really meant that?”

You rolled your eyes without any malice. “Yeah, I did. I do. Don’t make me regret admitting it, Fushiguro.”

He grinned and made a show of crossing his heart. “Wouldn’t dream of it, babydoll. Doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on ya in training, though…”

You shoved him lightly, as if his come wasn’t currently drying sticky between your legs. “Don’t you dare. I’ll win the next round.”

His smile was cocky and real and dazzling. “Sure ya will. I can’t wait.”