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✵ UNPRECEDENTED REVEAL ✵ mma!toji

✵ SUMMARY — photo leaks of toji going down on you in public is suddenly exposed for everyone to know about the infamous fighters girlfriend.

✵ CONTENT — explicit smut!! age gap, fem!journalist!reader, slight angst, spitting, slight exhibitionism, slight oral fixation, dacriphilia, soft!toji, oral (f/m!receiving), slight sub!toji, pussy slapping , pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, pup…) , degrading, praise, squirting, brief cockwarming, creampie, dumbification, fingering, edging, size kink, overstimulation

✵ notes — took inspo from some requests! also inspired by that one batman vs superman scene in the tub :p

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

it was a secret. it had to be.

toji was not some movie star or billionaire. but he was an athlete. not just some athlete. the man was one of the best mma fighters of all time. he knew that and so did you. as many times as he wanted to show you off, you refused. rightfully so. how on earth could you deal with all the problems that could arise, especially with you still being in university, you did not have the time to deal with that.

yet you slipped up. after you published your story about toji, you received a job offer, and were no longer associated with sports journalism. it wasn’t your dream to be in sports anyways, you were glad to be done with it. you received a job at another news publication, and started in a new department, with new co-workers. that’s when you became careless.

toji was prepping for an upcoming fight. all the attention was focused on him and his opponent. yet he still wanted to take you out. it was normal for you both to go out together, no one really paid much attention. once in awhile a fan would come and ask him for an autograph or photo, which annoyed him but he did nonetheless. none of his fans really took notice of you waiting a few feet away.

so neither of you would know that you were being followed unintentionally. because someone did notice you. “why you were always next to the infamous fighter?” “who is she?” so they watched across the street.

watching when his lips devoured yours. watching toji park a distance away from the restaurant to satisfy a quick thirst before your reservation time. not knowing the unknown eyes that drank up the immoral scene. the way toji stood outside the car, and the beautiful women that laid across the backseat as he disappeared underneath her long dress. one of her legs swung over his clothed shoulder.

the faint sounds of moans were only known by the stranger that took one photo after another. the long lens only capturing figures. snapping more and more of tojis back as his muscles moved under the dress shirt as he made out with your hidden wet plushie pussy, lifting your dress up so only he can get a better look, which he always did, wanting to see the flutter of your wet hole as you came on his tongue. smiling as his thumb pulled at the hole to see your legs tremble and chest rise and fall as you bucked up for him.

“adorable, tiny baby hole,” he would mumble, your eyes rolling as he rubbed his thumb through the pretty mess. he helped you sit up after cleaning you with his tongue, groaning when he had to pull away, but coming up to capture your lips as your dress fell down, your hand reached for a tissue in the backseat as he kissed your cheek repeatedly. “love how you taste, can’t resist my pussy,” toji mumbled carelessly into your skin as you blushed, but still able to hold him back so you can wipe your juices from his chin and and nose. his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you out of the car.

your arm wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue devoured yours, once his face was all clean. unknown to the headlines that will soon be released.

he could not have enough of you. your moans as his salvia slid into your mouth. the whines for him to stop so you can go to dinner. his hand grabbing your ass under the dress as he slipped a finger between your folds to take one last taste. your face beating red as he pulled you into him, leaning down to kiss your neck. he was latched onto you. it was unlike anything. the toji fushiguro could not be this close with a women. impossible! he was too attached. what did she have over him??

yet what was that smile? his grin as he let the women fix his tie, her hair somehow perfect, even after she’d been devoured by the man. her dress covered her exposed skin, as it hugged her body perfectly. only toji took notice of the bruise on her thigh that was just barely revealed through the long slit on the side. yet his eyes…they remained on her face, winking when she looked back up at him, brushing down his jacket as he kissed her cheek.

the stranger in the distance watched as the fighter took hold of her hand as the two walked into the restaurant. later walking out with an arm around her waist as he pulled you closer to his body, not needing you to crane your neck, but him coming down to capture your lips again. kissing your cheek over and over until you reached the car as he let you circle around and kissed you again once the two of you were sat in, his hand slipping around the back of your neck, groaning into your lips as you let him drool into your lips filling you with warmth, before the two drove off. snap

careless.

“y/n! is that you! it’s you!” you looked over your shoulder to watch your friend rush over to you in the student lounge.

“bro stop yellin—“ you couldn’t get a word in before her phone was shoved in your face. you weren’t sure what you were looking at until you read the headline. you almost threw up—

“how many times have you guys done it? how long has this been going on—“ her words poured one after another. and she was not the only one. more people you’d talkin to once, but were somehow major fans of mma or toji, bombarded you. though your name wasn’t in the headlines, the blurred images were recognizable to people that knew you, especially those who had read your story a month or so ago about the athlete.

it only took a few hours for the news to get updated with your name now exposed. fuck me. to say that you were ripped apart was an understatement. paparazzi and fans tore bit by bit. a college junior with a popular and well known mma fighter toji fushiguro. were they dating or was she just shagging him for intel for her story? is she leaching off his success to make her career?

“sweetheart? hey it’s fine, don’t worry—“ toji spoke on the phone as he stepped out of the room. he’d been in press meetings all week for the upcoming fight.

“how can I not worry?! did you see the shit I sent you?” you were walking down the streets of tokyo, skipping your afternoon classes.

“it’s just some stupid articles, no one’s gonna take it seriously—“

“y/n!” you were suddenly stopped by three girls surrounding you, one recording you as another shot questions. “how do you feel about fushiguro-san’s past? he’s only using you! stop blackmailing him with your power—“

“ ‘scuse me,” you shoved past them, toji having overheard the entire thing.

“y/n, honey? ya still there?” you quickly turned the corner running into the train station.

“fucking piece of shit, fuck me—I don’t want this, I’m getting fucking dragged for doing a stupid story,” you stop for a moment, taking a deep breath. the emotions were suffocating, you were angry, upset, think think! what to do what to do—

“i’m coming to pick you up—“

“no,” you interject quickly. “don’t come,” toji was quiet. he could hear you breathing. “I need to go to work, i need to clarify…things,” you hang up.

“toji you alright, we needa wrap this meeting up—“

“make some calls,” sukuna raised a brow. toji turned around storming to his manager. “make some fucking calls and tell me who the fuck took those fucking photos!” toji threw his phone at sukuna who finally saw the trouble.

“fuck,” sukuna cursed, blood boiling, this was not the fucking time to have peoples attention away from the fight and doubting toji’s ability.

you wore sunglasses, as you sped into your building. you were overwhelmed, the eyes of your co workers were all on you as you maneuvered through the building, until you finally reached his office, knocking a little too frantically.

“l/n-san,” your boss nanami was not very surprised. nanami looked up watching you anxiously close the door before taking a seat in front of his desk.

“i have to clarify…things…” you started. first breaking down your relationship and job and so on.

“so in other words, you fell in love,” nanami’s words sent a flush as you looked up. concern for your job was written on your face. nanami sighed. “it’s not a crime to fall in love, especially when you’d gotten the job not knowing the outcome. you were given this job for your journalism ability and instincts, this… “scandal” does not erase that,” nanami reassures you, watching the way you still anticipate his next words.

“you can relax, your job is not on the line. however, I am worried about the publication of your story this week. though you’re not in the sports department, your name has been spreading everywhere. since you are an up and coming journalist, I cannot do much with covering your name, but I can keep your job safe. the rest is something you have to deal with,” nanami finally concludes.

“that’s more than enough, thank you so much nanami-san!” you thank him over and over.

at least your job was safe. but that’s for now. if you don’t get a handle on this, your career might be ruined because of your name.

you felt a buzz in your pocket, opening your phone to thousands of tags and comments, every social media was blowing up. a fucking headache honestly. you should stay away from toji, you cannot afford to be caught with him again, nor does he have time for that.

“what’re ya sayin, just come—“

“you said it yourself, the entire block is crowding your building, and if they’re not, then they’re across the street watching—“

“I’ll get you through—“

“I don’t want to be seen,” you huff, groaning into your hand. “just focus on your fight, i don’t want you to get distracted—“

“i’ll find the fuckin scumbag that took those photos,” your brows furrowed at his words.

“it’s not about the photographer, it’s already released, people have seen them. just let it die down,” you argue back.

“then come home,” toji snaps back. “stop hiding,”

“I’m at my apartment, I’m not hiding, I still live here too,” your blood was boiling. he understands, he knows this, so why is he acting like that?

“bullshit, you said it yerself, you don’t wanna be seen together—“

“because we’re being watched—!”

“who fucking cares, werent you planning on moving in too— they all know already, so just come—“ you hang up. “fuck!” toji tosses his phone.

“annoying dumb fucking stupid fighter,” you curse, why is this so fucking difficult?! your roommate soi, steps out of her room as she comes over to you.

“you alright?” she asks taking out some food.

“no, hate my life, hate all this, so stupid,” your face is smooshed on the counter, as you groan in frustration.

“i think it’ll all settle down by the end of the week,” soi tries to reassure you.

“ya think?” your head perks up. heart dropping at her body cringing. she’s lying.

one week later, and no goddamn change. no sorry, my apologies, it in fact got worse, because why wouldn’t it? all of toji’s past scandals were resurfaced, your face in his past fights were front pages as they tried to dissect your intentions and “unprofessional” behavior towards the fighter.

toji was pissed. of course at the paparazzi, but most importantly at you. his attention and anger all pouring onto you avoiding him like the plague in public. hang ups on the phone, messages telling him she saw him in front of her apartment. again and again and again. the only times he can see her is on the phone or now—

“sweetheart! stop acting like a fucking brat!” he shouts into the penthouse. door slamming shut as he storms further into the house, shoes tossed as he hears the water running. he doesn’t bother to knock as he swings the bathroom door open.

“finally come back? were ya just gonna sneak in grab sum things then leave like a fuckin slut?—“ you were in the bath, hugging your legs as your eyes glared up at him.

“someone threw coffee on me,” toji was silent. it was his lobby man that informed him you were back home. his blood was pumping, he’d ran out of promo video at the gym, sukuna screaming his head off for him to come back since the film crew had shown up to record him, but he drove off.

you sank down into the bath hugging your legs. you’d just finished work when you were walking to the train station to get home when someone came shouting at you and throwing the hot drink on you. screaming in the station was embarrassing in itself, but the coffee too, everyone was staring. luckily it wasn’t on your face, but your shoulder burned. you changed course, having enough of it and coming straight here.

“not sum slut,” you mumble averting your gaze to the tub, only to see a clothed leg step into the water. “huh—“ you look up to see him, fully dressed in his suit, step into the tub, grabbing your face.

“I’m sorry, pretty girl,” his lips were soft as you felt them press against yours. his lips like medicine as you feel him gently caress your cheek, only for his eyes to sink into yours. “don’t push me away,” his words went straight into your core. “I’ll fucking handle it—trust me,” he’s holding the sides of the tub as you hum nodding your head as you lean up for his lips.

“i trust you,” you chant, toji granting you his lips as he rolls his body between your legs. he pulls away for a moment, tossing his suit jacket on the ground and pulling his dress shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. his grip tight returned on the tub behind your head your hands held his face keeping up with his lips.

he smiled as your tongue hung out for him, legs opening wider to press your naked body further into him. “missed my adorable girl,” he mumbles, devouring your face, snaking a hand between your bodies, spreading your pussy lips. “wanna cum on my fingers?” toji bites your neck as you moan, humping into his hand.

“i’m sorry,” your lips trembled as he sinks a finger between your legs, his brow furrowed as he looks down at you. your lips were pressed to his, somewhat feverish, as he tilted away from you.

“sorry?” toji was lost. his fingers remained inside you, only to have you whimper when he continued pumping. your lips fell open as he continued to pump your pretty pussy lips open. the water sloshing as his muscles flexed with each moan of your body. your nails dug into his shoulders as you squeezed around his fingers. tears prickling your eyes not from the pleasure but from something else…

“tojii,” your body was trembling as he kissed your neck. sighing as he felt you whine the more he rubbed your clit. “don’t…don’t leave me…” you’re quiet begging had the man freezing. your chest rising and falling as he slowly pulled back. brows creased as his eyes stared directly into yours.

“why would I leave you?” why would you think such a thing. your lips trembled as your fingers traced the scar on his lip. trying to stop your tears from slipping. his fingers felt so good inside you, his huge body looming over you felt so reassuring.

“they’re saying….a lot of stuff…” when have you ever gotten so insecure, of course his baby was vulnerable. but to have her this shaken up, really made his blood boil.

“it’s shit talk, don’t bother with it. I’m going to handle it, ‘kay?” his words had your lips tremble as his hand wrapped around your wrist, pressing his lips to your palm. “i would never leave my bratty puppy,” he tried to lighten the mood. seeing how his shit talk would only worry you, the best little secret he knew about you was his praising.

“came so fast right now, were you touching yerself when you were hidin from me?” toji rubbed your plush thighs as his lips latched onto your neck.

“i-i wasn’t,” you whimper, making the older man smile as he groaned pressing his bulge between your legs.

“you sure? i know when someone’s touched my pups pussy,” your skin burned as he chuckled. “can you be a good girl and help me out of this?” toji led your hand down to his waistband.

“why’d you get in the tub with your clothes?” you said, trying to suppress the heat from your cheeks. toji hummed as you unbuckled his belt pulling it off as he stood above you.

“cuz someone hurt you,” toji noticed the small pause in your movements, smiling. how adorable. you kept your cool, pulling his zipper down and doing your best to tug the wet material down his fit thighs. your pussy throbbed at the clear print of his cock seen through his white boxers.

“eyes up here,” toji tapped your cheek, your head snapped up, fuck me. he almost whimpered, simply at the sight of you completely naked on your knees in the bathtub, dried tears in your eyes. “can i fuck you?”

“mmm” you lean forward kissing the hairs that peaked out of his waistband.

“cuz yer rubbing your face all over my dick, I’m afraid—“

“you’re afraid?” you tease, drool staining his wet boxers. what a brat, he swore. your tongue flat on the head of his covered fat cock.

you missed him so much. it’s barely been a week, but you always want him. just him. no one else could ever compare to him. your fingers pushed up the leg hole just a bit, to reveal his cock head stuck to his upper thigh. you audibly whined, toji felt a buzz at the sudden rush of heat that overcame your cheeks.

“fuck baby, don’t,” toji was warning you. you knew the tone in his voice, he meant it. he did not want to deal with this side of you right now…yet that look. the bright shine in your eyes, the pout and drool on your plump lips, the slightly dazed look on your face.

“but…please,” your tongue was hanged out slightly. drool dripping down, as you pressed your cheek to his thigh. his stomach flexed feeling your hot breath fan against his wet cooling dick.

“don’t…” his jaw clenched. you always get like this. it was not surprising. you had no control when it came to your slight oral fixation. he’s realized their was a word for the way you always suck his cock. even after he’d cum, you still suckle on the tip or drool on his balls. the amount of times he’d have to cum until he’s forced to pull you off because the overstimulation was too much sometimes. he always needed to occupy you with his mouth, or fingers, or fuck you enough so you’re mind would go hazy.

right now though…he knew you couldn’t resist. though it’s been a week for him, it’s also been a week for you. his cock had not been properly pleased all week. his baby girl all wet and ready for him, but of course she wants something in her mouth right now.

“just a taste…” he gently pats your head, your pussy fluttering. he knew that was a lie. nonetheless you didn’t wait for his answer to take an “innocent” little lick. a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

“okay, now—“ toji was ready to pull you away, until you latched onto his tip, sucking harshly. “fuck!” his hand held the back of your head as you whimpered and moaned, panting as you swallowed more and more. toji groaned as you pulled out his cock from the boxers and gave him some attention.

after awhile he had to do it. “that’s it pup, shit, cmon,” toji pulled you up, he had to quickly drop down to his knees and lift your legs up, not giving you a second to think before he pushed into you. your eyes nearly popped, he was resting his head on your shoulder for moment, god you were sucking him like crazy, he could feel his dick trembling in your hole.

“toji, ah, ‘s big,” you whimpered and whined, drooling as toji lifted his head, his eyes rolling as you squeezed him. god he missed you so much.

“such a fucking—brat,” he snapped his hips, picking up speed as you cried out, his babygirl was so good. your nails dig into his back as the water splashed onto the floor. your tits bouncing with every sharp snap as he bit and sucked every exposed part of your body.

“i’m sorry,” you kissed him, toji remembered you saying that earlier.

“why’re you sorry, ugh,” toji seemed to always get your real thoughts out when you were really fucked out.

“sorry for ah —hah being a brat,” your moans echoed through the huge bathroom. “I want you to win the fight…ahh,” your legs shook as your head went back, cumming around his relentless pace. “I’m sorry I was avoiding yo—ahh—“!

“don’t fucking apologize,” toji snapped, his grip on the tub had his veins bulging, his biceps flexing as he watched you whimper and moan underneath him, thrashing in the water as he fucked you some more. he wanted to see more. his arm wrapped around your body as he lifted you up to sit on the outside of the tub, kneeling on the side he opened your legs to see the pretty sight of the juices frothing at the base of his dick, sliding down his heavy sack.

“ya always take me in so well,” he rubbed your clit as he slowed his pace, so drunk on you he couldn’t stop. the slow reveal of his large thic cock, then disappearing back into your dripping warm pussy, the squelching of your juices as you whined.

“who cares about everyone else,” toji held your chin up. your eyes foggy. “doesn’t matter what everyone thinks, ugh—i love you.” his lips swallowed your cries as he picked up the pace. his large palm grabbing your tit as he fucked you with all his love, until his heavy balls finally emptied inside your warm walls. he groaned into your lips, milking the most of his hot white cum. his lips pressed against your own as he caught his breath.

your hand was deep in his hair, caressing his head as he drooled on your shoulder, rocking some more cum in before slowly pulling out enjoying the sight of his thick cum leaking down to your asshole.

“everyone thinks I’m using you, or that I’m too young for you…that you need someone smart…” you held his wrist that caressed your perky nipples. his eyes lift up, noticing the worried concern written all over. your pussy pulsing as more thic cum squeezed out as he massaged a palm on the inside of your thigh to keep your legs spread for his eyes.

“you are bossy, and can act like a brat,” he replies, your brows crease in annoyance,

“I’m not bossy, you’re just,” you scoff, “and I’m not a brat—ah,” you’re face beats red as toji flicks your clit. “don’t do tha—aht,” he gives it a harsher slap this time. your face bursts into deep red. he snickers as you try to close your legs, but accidentally slipping down into the bathtub, with a yelp knocking his legs as well as he fell. he quickly catches himself, looking down at you bursting out of the water.

“I almost drowned!” you cry dramatically. “i was abouta die.”

“smart isn’t the word…but yes dramatic,” toji continued, you huff pushing his chest back. he couldn’t stop laughing as he sat in front of you. The tub water was all over the ground as he filled it up again. “like I said.”

you looked up at him. “even if the whole world doesn’t understand…as long as we do, then that’s all that matters,” toji held your face gently.

after some more discussion, you finally allowed yourself to trust the fighter. you also decided that their was no point in hiding anymore. it was not liked by some. but others were just in shock. because who wouldn’t expected this scary huge man to actually be a sweetheart.

“my girlfriend did it for me,” toji answered the directors question. they were filming him in the gym as he trained for the upcoming fight. it also was the best place to fix all the misconceptions that were spreading around them.

the director and the crew were shocked. the cute little earring that toji had pierced a month ago on his right ear was revealed to have been done by you. not only that, but you had a matching one as well. toji has collected tattoos over the years and a recent one of a crescent moon over his heart was revealed to have been gotten because of a special person in his life.

“we’ve been dating for almost a year, she’s very private, so that photographer is a fucking bitch for taking those photos,” toji snapped, sukuna was behind the cameraman telling him to calm down. the director ran with how open toji was being. though he never went into detail about personal information about himself or you. that meant the most he talked about was how much he adores you.

new headlines took place, some twisted his words trying to read between the lines, while others believed the truth. but it still wasn’t enough. not until the day of the fight. everyone’s eyes were not only on the fighters, but the girl with a crescent moon necklace and wearing toji’s mma shorts cheering him on.

he reassured you over and over and you finally listened. because who cares? at the end of the day it’s only you and him. you sat beside his team instead of the usual seat beside the journalists.

your nerves were high, you were afraid this whole scandal deal distracted toji from his training. you were worried as you watched him in the ring. he was taking a lot of hits, your heart hammering as he continued to take the punches. your voice was numb in the loud audience that cheered for him.

your hands grasped at your jacket as you winced when he took a harder hit to the ribs. toji slumped over, coughing some blood, when the wind got knocked out of him. your eyes were wide with worry.

you were shouting nonstop. “toji! get up!” you were grasping the sides of your head as you watched him push back up, holding his side, his breathing was slightly off, but his eyes flickered to the side, noticing you’re worried expression.

your smile grew hundred fold when toji knocked his opponent. your cheers were ear piercing as you jumped on the seats as you celebrated with the whole team. toji’s undefeated streak! geto and gojo screaming along with you. journalists and cameramen flooded the ring as you continued cheering on top of the stadium seat. however your eyes caught the fighter pushing his way through the crowd.

he jumped out of the ring, ignoring the sharp pain all over his body, and instead made his goal you. he grabbed your waist, pulling you down as his lips crashed into yours. your entire body was leaning into him as your feet fell down, standing on your tippy toes as his lips devoured yours. audiences screamed as journalist surrounded.

you whined as his tongue played with yours, letting his hand travel down to get a handful of your ass. right on top of his name that was printed on the back. you moaned so quietly that only he could feel the vibrations, letting his tongue pull away, only to capture your lips again. your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, until he winced.

“how’re you feeling?” you whispered, as he groaned, burying his face in the your neck. your arms securing around him brushing the sweaty mess of hair. she’s so warm. toji sighed, if only it was just them.

“so many people,” he complained, your hand combed through his hair. “hate the fuckin press.”

“then why’d you make a whole scene?” you mumble, trying to calm your heated face. only for him to come up and kiss your cheek, wrapping a secure arm around you. as he kissed your cheek again and again.

“so people can see I’m yours,” he winked, you cringe at the attention, hugging toji in embarrassment as he laughed, and pushed through the crowd. he answered some questions on the way, however you hung around answering some questions for him.

“were you confident about the match? any nerves?” someone asked.

“hard work pays off” his answers were so simple.

“he was very nervous. he always trains hard, but before matches he goes like crazy and is all jittery when he’s not at the gym,” you chime in brightly, the journalists all laughing, as toji looked at you with bewilderment. the journalists took complete advantage of you, and you were having a blast.

toji had to be stitched up, cuts on his face and ribs meant the journalists could go on and on and you were all laughing as he gave you multiple side eyes. of course journalists get along with each other.

On the return home, he was leaning completely into you. this had to be one of his most difficult matches in his professional career. he was so worn out, yet his hands could not stay off you.

“let me open you up till we get there,” toji was pulling at your shorts, slipping his hand into your panties.

“wait—dudeeee,” you gasp holding his wrist as he played with the slick that built up. his lips curling into a smirk as he sighed against your ear.

“what was this from? the make-out right now, or when my tongue was down your throat in front of all those people?” toji sent shivers running through your whole body. thighs squeezing only for him to lift your leg over his lap opening you up. “don’t be shy now,” his middle finger circled your clit as he licked your ear, earning a small whimper from you. so cute.

“could feel your lips begging me to give it to you. in front of the cameras?” you went red, he could always read your body better than you. his fingers opened your folds, going down to circle your tight little hole. “didn’t know my puppy was a dirty little brat, chatting with those fuckin journalists.” he pushed two fingers inside you, earning a moan. “now now, don’t want to bother the driver.” Luckily the screen was up but it wasn’t sound proof.

“stop teasing me. you’re so annoying,” you roll your shoulder making him huff, fingering you faster as you clawed his arm.

“stop fucking with me,” he groaned, “stay still,” he hummed as you squeezed around his long digits, as he curled them. “love you, love my pussy, lemme see,” man gets too drunk on your most intimate parts.

the moment you arrived at the penthouse, he pulled you into the bedroom, stripping your clothes as he devoured your pussy. his body was wincing as his tongue lapped and slobbered on your sopping pussy lips. his entire body making out with the heaven between your legs.

“we can do this tomorrow, you’re all patched—“

toji slapped your wet little pussy, earning a surprised moan. “what the fuck?” you gasp looking down at him, as he rubbed his fingers quickly seeing how wet your pussy is getting. his chin and lips were already drenched in your juices as he panted. he was purely going off adrenaline and lust.

“don’t care if I’m fuckin dyin, always gonna eat my puppy up,” toji was sucking all your worth as your back arched, nails digging through his scalp as the sounds of his lips echoed through the room as he pulled back after you came.

“so hard for ya sweetheart, mmmm” he smiled, “so pretty baby,” toji licked his lips as your legs shook from the aftershocks only for his palm to come down on your pussy.

“wait! ahh toji!” drool was slipping down your cheek as he had your pussy wiggling from his relentless slaps. “uhh gon..ahh cum!” you cried out, toji immediately moved up. his fingers slapping your clit, humming as your legs shook.

“yer gonna take me all like a good girl?” he stroked his heavy hanging dick. Kneeling up, his arms coming up to move his wet black hair out of his face letting you get a full view of his sculpted patched up chest, the sweat trickling down his dark happy trail, leading to his full balls hanging in anticipation, his dick too heavy to stand tall and slumping forward, grazing your pelvis. your cheeks blew red as you watched his cock twitch.

he noticed you catch your breath. your nipples brushed by his teeth and wet with his saliva from earlier when he was taking your clothes off. you threw your arm over your face, he was about to ruin you— “drenching the sheets too soon, sweetheart,” he slapped your pussy with his dick, licking his lips as you whimpered. his hand coming to push your legs up, spreading your hole for him.

“ugh wonder what—uh you’d be like if I didn’t stretch you out,” he groaned as he pushed in, his eyes rolling back for a moment. definitely the best feeling was entering his love after a long fight.

“ah ‘ts big—ahhh,” you grab at the sheets beside you as he holds your thighs up, crashing his hips into yours. he moans loudly, your eyes were shinning, he was so loud tonight.

“so fucking perfect, perfect love,” he snapped his hips faster, relishing in the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching. his lips crashed into yours. “wanted to fuck you right there ugh uh in front of everyone.” your jaw slacked at his pace and words.

“in the ring, ahh!” you added on, making toji groan deeply, driving his hips deeper only to hit your soft spot, sending your vision white.

“show em how good of girl you really are, not such a fucking brat?” toji groaned, slightly wincing as he continued his pace, feeling your walls squeeze him. your mind loosing grasp of his lust and your pleasure.

“d-don’t sa-ahy things like—“ you whine, tongue lulling out as toji licked it up, salvia running into your mouth as your tongues played, his hand pushing your thighs further up to your stomach as he slammed his hips into yours.

“ah fuck puppy, gonna gush on me?” toji dropped his head to your neck as he continued his pace only for his body to convulse, you were so close, yet toji was whimpering so gently into your neck.

“uh—‘oji?” your hand caressed the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. toji whimpered again, his pace slowing down. your concern grew as he panted against your neck.

“just a second pup,” he kissed your neck, his breath was heavy, your mind trying to clear up, trying to ignore the fat pulsing cock that was still intruding your insides. “gunno cum if you keep squeezin me,” toji rocked his hips, biting your shoulder only for you to finally realize what was happening.

“shit! your stitches opened,” you noticed the blood that soaked the bandages around his torso.

“ ‘is fine, give me a moment—ah pup don’t mov—shit,” toji groaned as you pushed his shoulder back, trying to be careful of his bruises and other cuts. he fell onto his back with a distressed face, you took a deep breath, lifting your body up.

“no, pup, keep me inside you,” toji begged, thrusting up, only for you to yelp, pushing down on his chest firmly and lifting up. a shiver went through your body as his fat cock slipped out of you. shuddering at the loss.

“what’re you doin—we didn’t fini—“ toji tried to pull you back onto him. your slippery folds rubbing against his drenched cock.

your hands stopped him. “you’re injured, don’t need you bleeding out as we’re fucking,” you scold him. toji groans as he tries to pull you back as you move off the bed.

“I needa be inside you, i won. lemme me feel you?” he grumbled, only for you to pull him up.

“then let me fix your stitches, and let’s change the bandages,” toji groans but ultimately listens since that would be the only way he’ll fuck you.

you slipped on a robe as you had him sit on the wide ledge seat against the windows in the bathroom. you handed him a towel to wipe himself only for him to roll his eyes. “leave it, wanna slip back into you easily.”

“animal,” you grumbled, trying to hide the heat it sent through your body. you carefully unwrapped his dirty bandages. he pushed his sweaty hair back as he watched you move around the bathroom, carefully examining the open cut. going back to wash your hands, toji puffs out his cheeks.

“you’re welcome,” you sarcastically say to his expression.

“gonna wear a little nurse outfit fer me?” he teased.

“ha ha,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, making toji smile. his insides filled with warmth as you tightened his stitches back. he’d wince every couple seconds. and you’d mumble a bunch of “sorry” “almost done”

“it’s fine,” toji leaned his head back against the window, eyes screwed shut. you were gentle wrapping the bandages around. he’d peak his eyes just to get a look at your focused expression, brows creased in concentration. so cute. you’d leave a delicate kiss on his stomach a few inches above the cut. toji looked away, trying to ignore the sudden warmth it sent to his face. his hand couldn’t help but come up to caress your cheek. your eyes flicked up to his face to see his soft expression.

“what?” you wrap a new bandage around his torso, while also cleaning his other wounds. rubbing some ointment on the bruises.

“nothin,” he lifts his arms up to help you. you sigh as you finish up, unbeknownst to his adoring thoughts. you wiped some sweat from your forehead.

“all good?” he asks, hands coming up under your robe to hold your waist. your hands fell on his shoulder, nodding as your hands caressed his tousled hair.

“don’t like seeing you hurt,” you mumble, toji smiles, leaning forward to kiss your sternum. his hand slipped to the back of your thigh to lift your legs onto his large thighs, letting your legs spread hovering over him.

“It is my job,” he smiles making you roll your eyes.

“ya I know,” he laughs, kissing the space between your tits again. his lips getting sloppier as he pushes the robe to allow him to suck your nipple. he allows himself to fall into his pain from the injuries as well as his heightened neediness, as he whined for you.

it was so incredibly rare to see how vulnerable he was being. half lidded eyes as his drool covered your tits as he sucked and bit letting his cock grow on his thigh, your sighs filling his ears. to hear his angels voice echo always had his blood rushing south.

“drip all over me puppy, please,” he groaned from the back of his throat as his cock bounced from the heaviness hanging between his open legs awaiting your pussy to leak onto him, “wanna fuck ya , feel you—uhh,” he latched onto your nipple again, whimpering when he felt your juices rub against his cock. “so full for ya—ugh, just like that—“ toji groaned as you stroked him some more rubbing him through your folds. you could feel how heavy and full his balls were making him whine some more.

he hung his tongue out, lapping at your nipple as he made eye contact, his cheeks were flushed a deep red. he was acting like a needy brat and you couldn’t help how much it was turning you on. you brushed the hair from his face, stroking his cock between your folds as he begged for more. yearned for more.

“wanna fill me up? huh?” you wanted to know how far he’ll beg.

“please, needa be inside you,” toji whined, biting your nipple as you rubbed his head in encouragement. “cmon pup, put me inside,” he drooled. you couldn’t get any words in, your face was too heated to reply to his submissiveness, so you obeyed his begs. slipping his heavy length inside your squelching hole.

“shit!! so warm,” his head falls back as you take the lead, careful of his injuries.

“uhh feels good—“ your head is back as he drinks up the lustful view of you bouncing on his dick. his grip is leaving bruises on your waist and thighs as his body shudders. he yanks the robe off, groaning as your tits bounce in his face.

“close puppy, uhh fuck—if ya keep lookin at me like that—‘m not gonna last—“ toji groans as you shiver above him, wanting so badly to cum with your lover. it was so rare to have him cum with you. you always lost to his stamina, but not now.

“cum inside me,” you moan into his lips. licking his tongue as he groaned so deeply.

“don’t say that y/n/n,” toji’s veins strain as he feels it coming. his abs clenching as his groans came from deep inside him.

“rub me, gonna do it for ya,” you whimper as you bring his fingers to your clit, letting him rub quick circles as your eyes roll back, shuddering as you let go, but he’s waiting. his hand slaps your clit repeatedly, your jaw dropped as a silent scream comes out as he rubs quick circles until your eyes fill with tears and you finally feel a rush. you squirt, toji shudders at the splash on his lower half, finally giving the last of his energy to thrust up into the gushing hole until he finally lets go with you.

“fhuck! ah shit—such a good girl, ugh fuck,” toji whimpers as his cum mixes with your mess as your nails dig into his shoulder. “ah sweetheart,” his lips latch onto your neck as you whine, shaking above him, letting him empty his fat balls, as he has you bounce until every drop is pulled out.

you’re panting holding his head against your chest as you slowly tried to catch your breath. with toji at his limit, you had to screw your head back fast. you could feel his body slumped on your chest as his arms lazily wrapped around your body for security. he sighed.

your body gently moves back, holding his face in your hands as he looked up at you with half lidded eyes. you brushed the hair from his face as he rubbed gentle circles on your waist. his lips were swollen, chest heaving, cheeks flushed a deep red. his eyes fluttered from the gentle feel for your hands on his face.

“wanna go again?” the man was funny. he could not go again, and yes you were sure.

“let’s clean up,” you laugh, he hums helping you get off him. he gives a small shudder at the juices that spill out. humming as you stand on shaky legs to turn the shower on. licking his lips at the mess that drips down your legs.

you help him in the shower, washing his hair and body as he sighs. he was beyond exhausted, and having you taking care of him was the only thing keeping him slightly awake.

“you feeling okay?” you were kneeling up on the bed as toji sat in front of you, drying his hair. a fresh bandage on him again.

he only hummed, he was tired. you gently turned his head, making him look up over his shoulder. his eyes were barely open, arm wrapping around your waist inside your robe as he fell on top of you.

“wait—lemme grab some clothes,” he doesn’t respond, only kicking his towel off the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist from the exposed open robe. his lips pressing lazily on your sternum until he rests his head above your breasts immediately sinking into a deep sleep.

there was no moving from this position.

you brushed his hair. the blankets enveloped the two of you as you fell asleep. unknown to the new headlines that would spread across the news. all along the lines about toji’s insane match, but also the sunshine of a girlfriend.

one fan even stating, “i couldn’t take my eyes off them! when they were whispering in the middle of the chaos, my heart was melting! that’s when I knew all the rumors were bs, because the two looked so in love!”

“the first time I’ve ever seen THE toji fushiguro simp for a lady!”