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Sneaky Tokyo Revengers Links (NSFW)

So Uhm I collected a few Twt P*rn links for TR

WARNINGS: fem!bodied reader, rough Sex, spanking, Overstimulation (m! Receiving), oral (m!receiving), threesome, Gun kink (Sanzu), Pegging

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Teasing Sanzu all day so when you get back to his office He pulls his Gun out and uses it on you, fed up with your behavior.

After a long Day Ran called his new Secretary into his office, needing to Release some stress and Who are you to deny him?

Takeomi liked to share you with his friends, Shinichiro couldnt believe that you let him have his first time like this.

Benkei is a big guy, so when He saw you for the first time He knew that He wanted your small body, manhandling you the way He likes it.

Chifuyu asked you to be more dominant in bed, wanting to try some new Things. But when you kept going after his first Release He almost couldnt take it.

Nahoya didnt like how you have been flirting with a Group of Man at the table today. You promised you didnt, you were just serving them but he wanted to show you Who you belong to.

Your Favorite thing to do is pleasing Koko, especially when He begs you to cum, ruining and denying him his pleasure.

When your Best Friend Yuzuha asked you to have a Girls night, you imagined movies and gossip and not to be bend over and fucked by her.

Souya was so needy lately, despite He never had you. So one day you decide to give him what He craves, riding him for his first time.

Kazutora loved the way your strap felt inside him but he wanted more, begging you to be rough with him. So when He came from you pounding him, you made him clean up the mess.

HIS CHILD SEES YOU GET HIT ON

characters: sanzu. ran. rindou.

☰ㅤ HARUCHIYO AKASHI : SANZU

himiko pointed up onto a shelf with a beam, “ get that cereal— daddy and i like it. “

you smiled down at your daughter then nodded, “ i know, you and your father make me get it all the time during grocery runs ‘member? “ which made himiko stick her thumbs up at you then began to curiously glance around the aisle, pausing at a man who was staring at you.

himiko tugged on your sleeve then whispered, “ some man is looking at you, mommy. “

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MHA X Warrior Cats fanart

not by me btw, found it and it was so cool tbh

just… farmer!kita x housewife!reader but it’s the middle of the night & kita always has to be up early, and you feel so bad because he’s had such a long day and he deserves to rest… you’re just unbearably horny, and you can’t bring yourself to be selfish by waking him up, so you try to quietly masturbate next to him, struggling to discreetly get off, but you can’t hold back your whines or the fact that after being with him for so long, he’s trained your body to only respond to him. right when you’re about to give up, you feel him grab your wrist.

“what’re y’doin?” his voice is gravelly and thick with sleep, but the strength behind his grip is alive with energy. when he married you, he promised you that he’d provide for you. that includes wringing out orgasms from his pretty little wife whenever she wants. it’s not that he’s upset because you woke him up; he’s upset that you didn’t initially wake him up to help you, and now he’s going to have punish you.

i think ushijima is the type to have impeccable hand placement without even realizing it, it’s all just second nature to him. in photos where he’s with you, his fans go insane when they see how large his hands are in comparison to the rest of your body. there’s a picture where the two of you are at a post-game celebration and the bar is packed so there are barely any seats, so he has you balanced on his lap, and the way everyone flew to the comments to say his grip on you is lethal. an arm wrapped around you, his hand enveloping your waist while his free hand is bringing up a glass to his lips. the two of you got caught sharing a kiss behind the back of a restaurant, and he has one hand pressed against the small of your back, as if to bring you closer to him with his other tilting your chin so he doesn’t have to lean down so far to bring his lips to yours. the best of placement happens when there aren’t any cameras, though; more often than not, when he catches you in the kitchen cooking, he’ll come up behind you, first acting like he’s interested on what’s on the stove but he’ll immediately latch himself onto you, burying his face in your hair, arms wrapped around your waist, one large hand of his not so subtly copping a feel of your boobs

"TW1TTER P0RN LINK5: PT4" — jjk men.

☆ cw : nsfw twt links w your favorite jjk men. afab reader. minors do not interact. ( make a request here! )

☆ note : kinda done with tumblr fucking up my posts, but wtv,,, comments and reblogs are appreciated!! mwah <3

TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, fingering (4).

adores seeing the mess he's made inside of you

he's just so, so fucking big compared to his love

guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks

finally getting pounded like his darling deserves

"would you take it all?"

NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI

cw: fingering, spanking, size kink.

"relax and let daddy take care of all your needs"

"ever so pretty when I leave you red"

gotta definitely brag about his new watch

ever so comfortable bent over his lap <33

another one just bc my size kink is going crazy

GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO

cw: riding + yourself on the shelf, jerking off vid.

always gonna make you work for it

he loves showing you off to the camera so much

little things he likes to send you when he's away ♡

better keep that arch deep for him

"bend over and take it like the pretty girl you are"

CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA

cw: unprotected sex, oral, jerking off, body worship.

eating you out oh-so-slowly and oh-so-nicely <3

pretty boy will never be able to get you out of his mind

will ask to worship you every single morning

maybe spooning it's even better than you'd think

his princess always tastes so, so sweet on his tongue

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You walked up to the tall middle blocker, bracing yourself for whatever line you might come up with. Flirting was never your strong suit, but you were blessed with shameless confidence.

“Hey there, handsome. You can middle-block me any time you want if you know what I mean.”

Suna squinted, looking both confused and offended. “I actually have no idea what you mean.”

With an understanding hum, you looked around for some inspiration and found nothing. Instead, you turned back to him with that same playful glint in your eyes. “That’s what he said.”

He gaped slightly, now looking quite concerned, which in total was more emotion than you’d seen from him through the whole volleyball game he just played. “I’m curious if this is going how you wanted it to," he admitted.

“Depends. Will I get your number?”

“…I’m down.”

┌─ .✦ HIS FAVORITE TYPE OF SEX

Omgee I love this, I should write a little drabble for each of these (¬‿¬)

꒰ part two | jjk version ꒱

✦ ─ Atsumu Miya, ‘we shouldn’t be doin this’ sex. He loves the thrill of something forbidden, it gets the blood rushing from his brain to the head of his cock and he can’t help himself from fucking his brothers crush, a super fan in the locker room, his ex’s sister, his daughter’s best friend. Self control was never one of his strong suits.

✦ — Bokuto Koutarou, passionate, almost desperate sex. He’s the type to get completely lost in the moment, throwing himself into it with everything he has. He’s the type to fuck his new bride to the point of unconsciousness, primal sex scenes, birthday sex, so-into-it-he-rips-off-the-condom sex. He wants to consume you.

✦ — Oikawa Tooru, Make-up sex. He thrives on drama and intensity, so the emotional highs and lows fuel his desire. He’d want to prove himself every time. When a fan gets too touchy or he’s missed one too many dates, he loves making it up to his princess whether that be spoiling her or edging himself until she accepts his apology.

✦ — Miya Osamu, possessive sex. He’s laid-back, but when he wants something, he takes his time and makes sure you feel everything he doesn’t outwardly express. The kind that makes you forget everything else and willingly surrender to his every demand. Giving slow strokes in his office to the new every employee everyone is memorized by, indulgently eating out his pregnant wife in the slow hours of the morning, making you say his name over and over until it’s the only thing you can remember. He wants your body to forever be marked by him.

✦ — Iwaizumi Hajime, frustration-fueled sex. He bottles things up, and when it spills over, it’s intense and raw and primal. Letting you run from his thrust before roughly pulling you back onto him, throat fucking before he’s even taken his shoes off after a long day of work, pounding you into the wall after you smiled a bit too big at one of his trainees. He loves taking out his frustration on your body.

✦ — Suna Rintarou, lazy, teasing, “you’re mine” sex. He takes his time, drags it out, enjoys watching you squirm, and makes you work for it before finally giving in. Making you bounce on his cock until your legs give out and you’re sobbing, slow deep thrusts in his manger that make you whimper in the janitor closet, taking his time kissing all over your body before teasing you with his tip, pussy jobs are his favorite.

✵ UNEXPECTED STORY ✵

MMA fighter Toji cannot stop thinking about the cute innocent journalist that came to interview him.

✵ MMA!Toji fushiguro x virgin!reader

✵ tags: blood, nudity, age gap, nsfw, m!masturbation, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, f!oral receiving, penetrative s*x, jealousy, pussy slapping, cock worship, virginity loss, cum slut, tit worship, biting, spitting, very mild watersports, reader with a major praise kink, aftercare, soft!toji, brat taming, slight spanking, shower s*x

part 2

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Toji Fushiguro, also known to some, as the strongest man alive. At least in the MMA world. Unlike other fighters, Toji was the definition of no emotions—cold hearted. He never held back. And I mean never. The man went hard during fights and practice. He usually had to be warned by the referee because of his senseless beating after an opponent has forfeited. Toji only stopped because it would result in a DQ if he didn’t. Yet besides the lists of warnings on his record, the man was still the top fighter.

That’s how you ended up in front of the gym doors. A notepad and pen in hand, as well as voice recorder. You were tasked with handling this seasons MMA fight in the paper. You worked for a company that had very few hands, they decided to load onto you more work since you told them you can handle it. Needing this job to raise you up the latter. So you took on multiple projects and luckily you’ve gotten them all done. Thus you took the task of handling this which mainly surround everyone’s favorite fighter, Toji Fushiguro.

You researched plenty before todays interview. Learning about the history of MMA. Researching other players that have fought against Toji Fushiguro. Yet, it still did not prepare you for the scene you stepped into.

Blood was splattered on the mat, your eyes catching the gruesome scene of Toji bashing into some poor man’s face as three men shouted and struggled to pull Toji off. The man stood, shrugging off the three.

“All fucking talk,” Toji spat, downing his water. “Fuckin brat, couldn’t get a single punch in.” That’s when his eyes drifted to the girl, standing at the entrance. His eyes squinting. “What did I say about bringing fans into the gym?” His voice echoed.

Your eyes went wide by the sudden attention. Your heart was pounding. You’d watched videos all week in preparation. There were very few of Toji Fushiguro talking to press, most were of videos which consisted of his MMA fights, cursing at the media, or the scandalous headlines of the new women that’d leave his penthouse building every morning.

“Who brought this little girl here?” Toji huffed, annoyed.

“I’m here—“ you were quickly interrupted by an older man, Toji’s coach, jogging up.

“This is the journalist from the Tokyo Metropolitan Post,” the manager said. Smiling at you. “Ms. L/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded, thanking god that the manager came before Mr. Fushiguro could bash your face in.

Your hands were holding you notepad tightly as the manager spoke to Toji alone. You stood to the side awkwardly distracting yourself. Acting like you couldn’t hear Toji’s protests, saying he never agreed to this interview in the first place.

“Kid,” a gruff voice brought you back, spinning around to see the man glaring at you. You tried not to look anxious, concealing it with an awkward cough. “We’ll have the interview in the locker room.”

You shuffled after Toji as he led you into the locker room. The door shutting loudly behind you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Fushiguro-san,” you quickly say, trying to ease your nerves by talking. You looked up when you didn’t hear a reply, only to see the large man pulling off his shirt.

“I’m drenched in sweat. The interview is only a voice recording, so it’s fine if I quickly shower as you ask questions?” His question is a little late considering he already had his shirt off.

“I-It’s…” you cleared your throat. “It’s fine, Fushiguro-san,” you pushed a stray hair back, before turning around to give the fighter some privacy.

Toji quirked a brow when he saw the journalist turn her back. It was understandable, yet he found it amusing nonetheless. This journalist was pretty young, yet she seemed stubborn. He could see the slight pink dusting her ears and after that all he could think about was that she’s probably inexperienced. She’s much smaller compared to him. He could lift her up easily. Probably bruise easily too…

“You can start the questions. I don’t like interviews so you have until I finish changing,” Toji said, grabbing a towel as he covered his front, taking your cue to turn back around. Your face went pink at the sight of the fully naked man. Your eyes immediately fell down to your notepad, your heart beating a bit louder in your ears. Thankfully he covered his lower half or you might have lost consciousness.

“Get on with it,” he said, going over to turn the shower on.

“Uh oh y-yes sir,” you quickly stammer, not even realizing you’d said sir. However the fighter definitely caught it. His eyes looking up. Sir. He couldn’t stop the small tug in the corner of his lips. How cute.

You opened your notepad and began the recording. “Could you please introduce yourself?” Your cheeks were pink at the stupid standard question.

“Toji Fushiguro…MMA fighter…you better start asking better questions, doll,” Toji said dropping his towel and getting into the shower.

Your fist clenched. You’ve never conducted an interview in such circumstances. This was no way to treat an interview and your blood was boiling at how embarrassed you felt. And how little respect Fushiguro-San was showing you.

“How did you get into the sport?” You tried to ask questions. However the more questions you asked the less and less he felt like answering.

“Pass.” “I don’t know.” “Next.”

You were growing impatient. This interview was going absolutely nowhere.

“Fushiguro-san you agreed to this interview, I expect to have some clear answers or at least a sentence response. These short replies or one word answers are useless,” you spoke clearly, trying your best to stay calm. You enjoyed working at the post, in fact, you took pride in being a journalist, and you’ve dealt with unresponsive people. Yet this man felt a bit more intimidating, considering his track record.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” Your ears perked up at the sudden question. For the past five or so minutes, Toji was skipping your questions. Now he’s suddenly asking you in return. It’s not fair. Yet…

“Twenty,” you replied.

“Still in school?” He followed up. You felt defeated. Was the interview that bad? You’d done interviews prior to this one, but considering the situation, you were a little off your game. Did he ask how old you were because of how incapable you seem?

“Last year of university,” you answer. “Nevermind that, if you could answer my previous questions—“

“Hmm,” his voice echoed, as he suddenly pushed the curtain back, yours eyes went wide as you watched the buff man step out of the shower. Water droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted body. His muscles rippling with each step he took. His veins protruding on his arms as he pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes couldn’t stop but follow the water that flowed down his chest, past the veins and the hairs the led you down to—

“So you’re a baby,” his voice knocked you out.

“Excuse me?” Your voice had a slight edge which made Toji smile. The attitude is cute.

“What experience do you even have?” Your face flushed when you realized he definitely caught you staring. Your lips parted slightly, your mind drifting to the unbelievably large length that hung between his legs. The hairs that were well groomed and led down to him. You didn’t need someone to point it out because you could already feel how hot your cheeks were. Toji dried his body, the towel moving across his shoulders, underarms, chest, lower stomach—

“I’m not a baby,” you stammer. “I’ve worked for the post for almost a year, and I have prior experience as well,” you defend yourself.

“Such as?” Toji taunted, making you feel insecure. You wouldn’t allow that.

“Well I’ve had two internships and my stories have gotten published in the…” your words seem to slur. As your breath hitched when he dried off his length, this was your first time seeing one in real life. You were mesmerized by his entire physique. Is this the standard…no…he’s definitely above average.

Toji held in his laughter, he was barely doing anything. The amount of times he’s showered while in meetings, or walked out naked, were too many to count. Yet he’s never had someone react like this. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was staring. Her face is completely flushed just by looking at his soft cock that hung lazily between his legs. She’s so cute.

“Well if that’s all the questions you have for me…” Toji grabbed his boxers, your brows knit together.

“But, you barely answered any of my questions,” you eventually snapped back to reality. Your face burned as you looked up to see Toji smiling down at you. You couldn’t bare to admit to what you were looking at and decided to pretend you weren’t thinking of his cock. uh it was so big…why did the first time you see a dick have to be now, and attached to this man of all.

“You still got the interview, doll,” Toji pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes squinting in annoyance, making the fighter’s lips curl into a smirk. As he stepped towards you, his boxers now covering his huge length. Yet you still caught a glimpse of the hairs that stuck out. He leaned down, his lips ghosting yours as your eyes fluttered and your core tightened. He smelled so good. His breath was so warm. However the warmth disappeared, until you felt it against your ear. Toji hadn’t realized the heat emitting from your body. Until his hand ghosted over your neck. Fingers tickling your collarbones as he fixed your lopsided necklace. Knuckles grazing the tops of your breasts as he straightened out the figure on your sternum.

“You’re burning up, sweetheart,” his light chuckle went straight down your body. “I wonder how drenched you are?” You could feel his smile, your face was on fire, as you felt his thumb brush over your collarbones, your chest rising and falling like the wind got knocked out of you.

“Fushiguro-san!” You pushed his chest back, face bright red, hands shaking. How embarrassing! Your thighs were squeezing together to stop the pulsing of your core. You could already feel your panties stick to you because of how much you were leaking.

Toji smiled, watching you try to collect your thoughts and feeling your small hands against his torso. How adorable.

“I…you…can’t say things…like that,” you replied. “It’s unprofessional,” you stuttered. Toji had to contain himself. Unprofessional. Keeping your eyes on the ground, not realizing your hands were still on his bare abs until you felt a warm hand cover yours, a thumb gently stroking the inside of your wrist. You lost all thoughts, only watching as the large man bent to his knees, and brought your wrist to his lips, giving a sloppy kiss on the vein, sending a shiver through your body.

“But it’s fun,” he smiled, making your face burn, smoke steaming off your skin as Toji’s breath warmed your wrist. His lips were wet, the scar on the side brushing your burning skin. Toji couldn’t understand why he was doing this. He found your reactions to be the most adorable thing ever. Your confused face, your lips partially open, your thighs squeezed together.

A knock on the door suddenly had you back to reality, snapping to your feet, however your position had you stumbling from the bench behind you as it knocked the back of your knees, sending you falling forwards. Toji immediately catching you. He stifled a laugh as he held your waist steady, your face just inches from his , when you let out the smallest, cutest, and softest moan.

His brow quirked. You had somehow gotten yourself to fall on him and have his thigh slated between your legs. Core directly on him. Skirt pushing up your thighs as you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, accidentally rubbing your soaked panties on him, making you bite your lips, but Toji heard the slight whimper.

“My my, you are quite the tease. Soaked straight through, and now rubbing yourself on me,” Toji teased, your face beyond red, as you struggled to push off the fighter. He released you, smiling when he saw the drenched pink panties as you stood up. His eyes under your skirt had you crying from embarrassment. Quickly pulling your skirt down. Toji pouted as to help you, but you only scurried further away, face completely red.

“I…interviewisoverThankyouverymuchfushiguro-san,” you felt like you were going to burst. Your lips parting as your eyes avoided the fighter as you quickly exited the locker room.

Toji stood up. A sigh escaping his lips. “virgins,” he mumbled to himself. Yet there is a glint in his eyes. Her stuttering. The blushing. Her curiosity. Toji laughed to himself seeing the large print in his boxers. “What a cute thing.”

Hell. Now he had to take care of this. Toji was beyond pent up. He’d quickly gotten himself off once you’d left. How could he not. You’d been kind enough to leave some of your juices on his thigh. Though he had enough pre-cum from your little fall, the moment he wiped your juices on his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from cumming. Yet why was he hard again.

His face was sweaty as he pounded into the nameless women. Groaning as he pushed her into the mattress, his head tilting back as he remembered your gaze on him. The way your brows knit together when he didn’t answer your questions. So adorable—Toji clenched his jaw as he felt his cock twitch as he only pounded harder. Nothing was getting him there. when he pulled out he was still stiff as a rock.

“Still hard baby,” the women on his mattress moaned as she rubbed her pussy for Toji, before her hand wrapped around his cock. The second women leaning over and lapping up Toji’s fat cock.

Toji rubbed his face in frustration. It’s almost been a full week. He’s been worked up since the moment he met you. He wanted to caress your face, kiss your cheeks. He wanted to see what you’d look like with tears in your eyes and bruised up. Tell him more about yourself. For fucks sake he didn’t even remember your name until he asked his manager a couple nights ago.

“Honey, you’re so big, love your cock,” the women beneath Toji lapped at his cock before deep throating it as the other women licked his balls. Toji was growing more frustrated the wetter his cock got. This was not helping at all. He groaned as he felt his cock stir. Grabbing the women’s head as he fucked her face, until he was releasing his warm cum down her throat. He groaned, annoyed when he looked down to see someone that wasn’t her.

“Fuck off,” Toji snapped, getting off the bed and telling the women to leave. He turned on the water, stepping into the cold shower. Unable to understand his own thoughts as he leaned his head against the shower wall, water cascading down his muscles.

“I can’t,” your teeth clenched. You wanted off this story. You couldn’t continue with it and the interview gave you absolutely nothing.

“You’re the one that agreed to the story, unless someone else is ready to forfeit and exchange stories then you’re stuck with this one,” your boss said. You cursed yourself for agreeing to this shit story. With the shit game. And the shitty ass fighter. You sat in front of your desk, a blank document open.

Your mind wandered off to what you’d experienced. Never had anything more embarrassing happened before. How could you be so unprofessional? How could you get so worked up over some jerk face smug asshole. Your fist clenched. Remembering the way his fingers grazed your collarbones, the subtle touches along your breasts. The stupid ass pet names that made your stomach flutter.

It was the most humbling experience of your life. After that interview, returning to your apartment. Going straight to your room, ignoring your roommates who were watching a movie. Eyes filled with tears as you fell on your bed, frustrated you had such an experience and your pussy still fluttering at the thought. Fuck me! You cursed indulging your arousal just to get it over with. Yet when you couldn’t find a satisfactory relief, you cried even more. How embarrassing! Your mind wandering to his large rough hands, how would they feel?

The week went on with you begging to get a new story and your boss declining you. Then it was you in lectures staring off and fushiguro-san popping in your mind. Get out of my head!

“If the interview didn’t go well. Just ask for another one. Athletes don’t like talking about their private lives, but they seem a bit more open to say a few things after winning a game,” your co-worker said as she sat across from you. Your eyes lit up, that’s perfect. Yes! You’ll go to the fight tomorrow and you’ll just ask him questions in public. If he wins the game, and a bunch of journalist surround him, he’s going to answer some so you’ll just hide there and ask questions. Plus you’ll be able to snap some pictures which your boss wanted.

That’s how you ended up here. You had your notepad, pen, camera, and recorder. You made the smart decision to wear pants this time, not even risking a thing this time around. You will not indulge him or embarrass yourself. Professional. Yes professional… all profes…

Your stomach turned as you stood beside the other journalists, watching the first fighter get called up. Yet you felt your body heat up when you heard his name. Your eyes immediately gravitating towards the door as you watched him make his way. The stadium was full as they cheered for the man. His brows were knit together, his jaw was clenched. He looked worked up.

You subconsciously crossed your legs, squeezing them together as the fight began. Your heart was pounding as you watched him fight. Watching videos is nothing compared to seeing him fight live. The commotion from the audience, the clapping, the snapping of cameras. Your eyes could not leave his form.

Your fingers continued to snap shots of the man. Your heart was hammering in your ears as you felt your stomach churn with each punch Toji took. It scared you how unfazed he was taking several punches before getting his chance to plow into his opponent. You weren’t sensitive to blood or violence, but you cringed witnessing the man get hurt.

Toji grunted as he sat in his corner. Chugging some water as he mentally prep—

His breath hitched, the water sliding down from his chin, running down his chest. The familiar golden glint of the necklace. His eyes immediately locked on her. He brushed off the slight rise in his heart beat, and the sudden jittery feeling in his stomach.

Your cheeks went pink when your eyes met. Your grip tightening on your precious camera. The stadium fell silent, only able to hear your breathing as Toji gave a small smirk, before he stood back up for the final round. You couldn’t concentrate, only able to gaslight yourself into thinking that you didn’t make eye contact and he probably saw something behind you.

The moment Toji knocked out his opponent with a harsh jab to his jaw, the match was over. The stadium bursted into applause and shouting as the journalists crowded the ring. You immediately followed suit, this was your chance for him to answer questions in the craze.

Sports channels had cameras all up in Toji’s face. His brow ticked, but nonetheless he answered standard questions after a win. “Glad to be here” “it was a good fight” blah blah

“Do you have anyone to thank?!” The sports man laughed holding the mic out for Toji, the camera pointed at him. Toji felt like he imagined you in the audience. Maybe he was just projecting his own delusions. His thoughts of you somehow creeping in during the fight. But why did he still reply, “just a cute journalist.”

Fuck. You cursed. The amount of journalist and cameraman were unimaginable. You were pushed all the way to the back, not even able to stick a hand through to get your recorder in.

Your jaw clenched when you noticed the crew escorting Toji back to the locker-rooms. Cameramen we’re not allowed, however journalists had free range. Immediately following them down the Hall until you noticed them all crowding around an open door. Apologizing as you tried to squeeze yourself through, just need my recorder to get—

“Ah,” a small yelped escaped your lips as your legs tripped on someone’s foot, the sudden crowd having accidentally shoved you forward, as you landed on your knees. You sat up, cursing quietly as you quickly checked to make sure there were no damages to your precious new camera. A sigh of relief escaping once it gave you a beautiful clean sparkle.

“journalist-chan,” A voice spoke, your head looking up, immediately being met with the dark green orbs. Your cheeks flushed immediately, the man was getting stitched and patched as journalists bombarded him with questions that only had him clenching his jaw. But then you came and fell right into his sight.

“f-fushiguro-san,” you cursed yourself for stuttering. But how could you not. The last time you saw this man was when you had the most embarrassing experience of your fucking life! “I’m just…here to get questions. Since you were no help last time.”

“Same attitude as ever, I see,” Toji remarked, “like acting like a brat?” He pushed the medics hand away from his face as he told him he’s fine. Your brows furrowed as you watched Toji grab his sweater, zipping it up before grabbing his bag ready to leave.

“Wait, can’t you at least answer one question,” you cursed yourself for being the unprofessional one now. How could you talk to an athlete like—

“I’ll answer your stupid ass questions, just not in this fuckin’ place,” Toji grumbled as he grabbed your arm pulling you to your feet as he made his way out the locker room, the crew escorting him.

You had no time to reply, only following the older man as his hand slipped down to your own, leading you down the hallway as journalists followed and shouted for answers. You kept a careful hand on your camera afraid it’ll be damaged in the bustle as the other unconsciously squeezed Toji’s as you tried to keep up with his fast paced. Toji looked over his shoulder, making sure you were really here. Your eyes looking up meeting his, only to make him give you a small smile. Kill me now. You cursed, heart immediately popping out of your chest and slamming right back in.

Toji sighed once he was sat in his car. His chest rising and falling. It was quite a night, and then he was bombarded by all those people. Now he had to entertain you. You awkwardly sat beside him, hands hugging your camera.

“You can just answer like two questions, fushiguro-san—“

“Drop the fushiguro-san,” Toji grumbled. “Toji is fine.” Your cheeks went pink.

“Um, t-to…” you couldn’t, it didn’t feel right. “I mean you don’t have to answer all my questions, I don’t want to bother you—“

“You’re no bother,” Toji looked at you from the corner of his eye. You weren’t even looking at him. Only fidgeting with your camera in your lap. Your ears were a light pink, your eyes fluttering around as you tried to think. “We’re here anyways, if you don’t mind coming in, I’ll answer your questions.”

“Okay,” You cursed again. He had you playing right into his fingers. His hand brushed your hair from your shoulder, your head turning in his direction as he let his fingers subtly graze your skin.

“We’re here fushiguro-san,” the driver informed. Your eyes were ripped from Toji’s, once you noticed the paparazzi that surround his building. Oh for fucks sake—

“Stay close,” Toji broke your thoughts, placing a baseball cap on your head and opening the door. The paparazzi immediately swarmed the car as Toji and some building security escorted him through the crowd. You kept your hand in Toji’s, letting him lead you, however, the crowd seemed to look past you as another journalist. I mean you are. But not realizing your hand in Toji’s, someone accidentally had a hold on your camera strap pulling you back.

A yelp escaped your lips, before your hand immediately left Toji as you turned back around, watching your camera crash onto the floor and get stomped on by the crowd. No! Fuck fuck fuck! Your eyes brimmed with tears as you fell trying to see the damage—it’s destroyed. Broken to bits. You cursed yourself for not buying the three year lease for damages.

“Oi!” Toji cursed when you got eaten by the crowd. Fucking kid. He turned pushing the annoying ass cameras from his face before he found you getting shoved and kicked on the ground. “What’re you—“ another paparazzi accidentally stumbled into you as they tried to push past. Toji felt his blood boil, aggressively shoving them back, before his arm hooked around your waist, hoisting you off the ground as he carried you quickly into the building. “What’s wrong with you? I asked for one fuckin thing…” Toji’s voice trailed off when he looked at the tears that swelled in your eyes and the corpse of your camera in your hands. “Christ.”

“I saved up so much for it,” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to hold on your tears. The camera was worth a lot! You cherished it, and you’ve only had it for a month! Toji led you to the elevator as you mindlessly followed him, complaining and whining.

“Okay I get it,” Toji groaned walking into the large penthouse, dropping his things down and kicking his shoes off. You wiped your tears noticing the tired strides Toji took to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it, before wincing. You awkwardly walked in, putting the broken camera down by your shoes, at least the sd card was fine, you thought. Also pushing the cap off.

“You’re still bleeding,” you mumbled, pointing to your temple. Toji brushed it off, but you felt guilty for putting him through more stress with your own problems. So you asked him where the first aid kit was. The large kit was now open on the coffee table as Toji sat on the couch, letting you patch up the stitches that he didn’t let the medic cover up.

Carefully wiping the blood, and spraying it for germs, before placing a bandage on it. Toji could not take his eyes off you. As much as you tried to avoid his eyes, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, immediately warming up your body. Toji hummed once you patched up his chest, his hand roaming up your waist, before slipping under your shirt to feel the warm skin.

“Toji-san,” you mumbled, Toji felt his blood rush down at the cute way you said his name. His fingers mindlessly rubbed your waist as he looked up at you.

“Ask me your questions,” he said, for some reason, he wanted to know what you would look like when you were happy. Only having seen the frustrated and annoyed side which he found to be absolutely adorable and funny.

Your eyes lit up, grabbing the recorder from your back pocket and hitting play. The questions were already in your head as you fired them one after the other. A thrilling blush beginning to form as Toji finally answered them. Though he still brushed past some, he still chose some that he was comfortable answering. Toji licked his lips as he leaned against the couch, answering a question. Your heart was hammering on your chest, he looked so good like this. His eyes were half lidded, the cuts on his face and chest, only seemed to increase his attractiveness.

“Anymore questions for me, sweetheart?” Toji looked up, your lips were parted, the same pink blush he always imagined was bright and apparent. Toji quirked a teasing brow, subconsciously spreading his legs wider for you, as if he knew you’d take that other step and close the distance.

He hummed having your lips push against his. He smiled widely, feeling your inexperienced lips try to get some satisfaction from him. How cute. His hand immediately grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap, he took hold of her jaw and lead the kiss. Kissing her beautiful lips, until she parted them, allowing his tongue to enter, pushing against her. His hand wandering under her shirt, until it rested under her breast, finger pushing under the bra—

“Wait—“ you broke the kiss, your chest was heaving as your thoughts were jumbled. Your eyes darted between his as he gently caressed your cheek, his tongue licking your lips as he had your mind falling back to him. It was all him. You just wanted him. “I’ve never—“

“I think that’s pretty obvious, doll,” Toji cut you off, your face catching on fire, sending the man cackling. “You’re burning up and I’ve only kissed you, I’ve barely even touched you. Can feel your pussy pulsing through your pants.” H-how embarrassing! Your eyes were wide, and cheeks flaring hot.

“What?!” You shrieked, only for Toji to cut you off with his lips. If your lips taste this good, he wonders how good your pussy tastes. You tried your best to keep up with him, pulling your shirt over your head tossing it aside. His lips began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck. Your fingers tangling in the back of his head as his hand trailed up your spine, making you arch into him before he unclasped your bra. Your nipples already perked up as he smiled at them. Your legs squeezed around him, biting your lip when he brushed his lips against the buds.

“So cute,” he said, flicking his tongue on the hard nipples, salvia coating the skin as you bet your lip. His eyes looked up at you, catching you off guard. Your lips parting in surprise only to see his lips tug up. His hand wide digging into the flesh of your waist as he kissed and sucked your tits. Your eyes were dazed, whimpering oh so quietly, it sounded like a lullaby. Toji was getting too excited. A blank canvas. You had no experience at all, especially after that kiss. The thought of his hand being the first to touch you, he’ll make sure it’s the only one too.

“toji-san,” you yelped feeling him lift you up. Your arms wrapping around his shoulder as he caught your lips with his own. Your mind ignoring wherever he was taking you, and allowed yourself to get lost in him. His hand slipping into your pants to grip your ass as he sucked on your neck.

The next thing you know, your pants were on the ground and he was laying you down on the large bed, before his lips were back on yours. Your legs rubbed together, worked up over the heat and pulsing. Toji groaned at the way you were squirming.

“Stop moving,” he growled, your face turning red as you pouted. “If you stay still, I’ll take care of it.” Toji’s eyes looking down at yours. Your lip quivered, lips parting, only making him brush his thumb on the soft tissue, tugging it down. Your tongue seemed to understand, lulling out for him. “How dirty,” he commented. “Such a little slut.” He rubbed his thumb on your wet tongue, making you whimper, however, you desperately clenched your fist, trying not to squirm.

Toji took his time kissing and teasing you. Slowly moving his face down, his licks sent goosebumps rising through your body. Your lip quivering as you watched him anxiously get closer to where you wanted him most. Toji’s fingers tweaked the side of your panties, before pulling it up, making you whine.

“toji-san!” You bit your lip, as Toji raised a brow, you immediately stopped the squirming.

Toji kissed the wet panties. His lips feeling your soft lips beneath the thin fabric. Smells so good, the panties were already drenched, yet he still drooled and lapped at the resistance, only to tease the little bud underneath. Your teeth tug into your lip, frustrated how much he was teasing, but you still wanted to behave. His eyes staring up at you sent shivers down your spine and a warm pool continue to settle between your legs.

“Awww such a good girl,” toji cooed, absolutely delighted how much your obeying. You lips shook as your fingers held his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Is the problem here?” Toji spoke to you like a baby, you couldn’t even lie and say you hated it, because it only had you clenching your legs together, making the older man smirk. Toji’s finger pressed against the bud, your hips jerking as your fingers dug into his shoulder.

“Do something, please,” you mumbled quietly, embarrassed you had to ask. But Toji rewarded you, ripping off your panties, and taking a wet lap up your folds, tongue running through your soaking slit, as he hummed in approval. The taste coating his lips as he smiled in delight. Your hand immediately fell to your side gripping the sheets. Toji hummed feeling his cock rise, lapping up your stunning pussy.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he moaned, taking another lap. Adoring the way you squirmed and clawed at his shoulders. However he already has his tongue in your hole, before he went up and circled your clit with his tongue, grabbing your hips up closer to his face stimulating your beautiful cunt.

“to-toji-san!” You cried as you felt him bring you closer and closer. He held your firmly against him as he ate your pussy, feeling the way your clenched around nothing and your body writhing up, until you finally started shaking and releasing onto his tongue. Your chest was heaving as Toji pulled back. A trail of salvia and juices connecting his lips to your drenched pussy. “Taste so good, lemme get a better look at this cute little pussy,” He licked his lips as he spread apart your folds fingers spreading around your mess, watching you clench around nothing.

“So cute, came so fast, doll,” Toji praised, immediately noticing the way you clenched and rubbed up into his fingers at the praise. Toji laughed, your face turning red as your hands swung down to your core.

“Don’t look!” You blurted, completely embarrassed to have this man stare and admire your most private area. Toji laughed as he brought a finger to your lips. You unknowingly parted them, letting his middle finger enter your mouth, automatically sucking on the digit before he added his ringer finger. Toji hummed rubbing your inner thigh, encouraging you to continue sucking.

You seemed to forget what you did moment ago, because you were retracting your hands and instead tried to rub up on Toji-san. As you held his wrist sucking on his fingers. Your eyes fluttering gently as your drool ran down his wrist and your chin.

“Christ,” Toji mumbled, “you like acting like a little slut?” The slap to your pussy had your hips bucking and uncontrolled moan escape your lips. Your eyes were wide, surprised by the reaction. However, a light sparked lit in Toji’s eyes. “My little girl just moan when I slapped her filthy pussy?” You shook your head embarrassed. He hummed released his fingers from your lips as your own fingers pulled at your bottom lip, unconsciously squeezing your tits together in suspense. Your legs opened wider, inviting the older man to do as he pleased.

Toji groaned at the sight of you sprawled out in front of him. Arousal stirring inside him as he pushed your legs further apart, his fingers rubbing your pussy, spreading your lips so he can see the view. His fingers closed around your bud, making you whine and buck your hips up. Until a sharp slap had you crying out.

“Such a fucking whore, you wanted me to play with you that’s why you came here, eh?” Toji asked, rubbing your clit again before giving it another slap, your eyes filled with tears.

“No!” You replied, lips quivering, not realizing how much you were enjoying this. How he was doing whatever he wanted with your body and you were just going along for the fun.

“That so? You lying to me?” Toji’s middle finger sank into your pussy, causing your hips to roll into him, lips parting as a gasp slipped. “How drenched were you when you went home?” Toji asked, pumping his finger into you, as his thumb played with the swollen bud. “Did you touch yr’slf as you thought of me?” Your face was getting red the more he pushed for answers. Your heart thumping in your ears, because his fingers felt so good inside you.

“More…want more,” you asked, Toji’s tongue clicked as he pulled his fingers out and gave your pussy another slap, your head thrown back as you cried. “toj-san!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat,” he snapped, rubbing your clit as he asked again. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”

“Yes!” You shouted, toji continued to tease your hole, egging you in. “I…couldn’t cum…it didn’t feel good,” you mumbled. “I was so wet, but I wanted…you,” you couldn’t look at him, the words were too embarrassing. Yet Toji was absolutely stunned, his lips tugging into a wide grin before he plunged two fingers into your hole, pumping them fast. A loud cry ripped from your lips at the sudden stretch.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” toji was so proud, you were listening to him and you admitted how much you wanted him. He wanted you to cover his hand with your juices, needing you to stretch some more so he can finally sink his heavy cock into you. Your walls squeezing his fingers as he curled them, leaning down to bite and slobber on your tits. Your hands pulling at his hair as you cried, feeling your orgasm edge closer.

Toji hummed against your tits, as he pulled back, pumping faster, hearing the juices squish around, until your hips were squirming up as you gushed around his fingers. The man smiled, pumping you through your high, as you clawed at his wrists to push him away. Your walls clenching around his fingers, as he pulled them out. Smiling at the mess you’d made. He sucked his digits clean, humming at the sweet liquid, as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’re so adorable, like my fingers?” Toji’s lips ghosted yours, as he rolled his hips between your legs. You feel the outline of his dick rub against you. You hummed, your thoughts still floating as you opened your mouth for the man. Tongue hanging out as Toji hummed kissing your tongue as he ran his along yours before letting his spit could down your tongue. You moaned a bit too loudly as you swallowed leaning up for more. Christ you’re this fucked out just by his tongue and fingers?

“good, uh,” you moaned softly as he rocked his hips between your legs. Your pussy drenching his shorts. You still wanted more? Toji’s tongue swirled with yours as you panted against him. Tits pushing up against his broad chest, feeling his salvia on you squish against him.

“Think you can take my cock, sweetheart?” Toji asked, kissing the corner of your lips as you panted gently. Your lips curled into a little smile as your fingers felt his chest, moving down his abs, careful of the purple bruises.

“Wanna have it,” you spoke, your words just flying out of your lips making Toji chuckle as he brushed your hair to see you smiling at him.

“Greedy little thing a‘ren’t you,” Toji laughed as you smiled, licking his lips he lifted you further up the bed so he could toss his shorts and boxers off. Your lips parting at the sight. Flashbacks of him stepping out of the shower were in your mind for a week, but for some reason it slipped your mind that it’ll obvious be bigger when he’s aroused.

Toji hummed as he stroked his cock, before grabbing your hips and rubbing his cock between your folds, getting him wet. Your eyes were wide at the size. He was thick, the mushroom head leaked pre cum as he rested his heavy cock on your stomach, making you realize how far he’ll reach.

“It’s not…” you couldn’t wrap your head around how this is going to work. “there’s no way it’ll fit,” you blurted, completely stunned as Toji laughed rocking his hips between your folds as he pressed his tip against your bud. Circling it as your legs twitched.

“sure about that?” Toji slappped his cock against your clit, making you moan. “made you cum twice, you’ll be fine,” your eyes were wide as Toji pushed your legs up, spreading you out more before he pushed in. Your jaw went slack, as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“To-san!” Toji hummed as you cried out, he’d only gotten the head in.

“fhuck baby, relax,” Toji’s jaw clenched, your grip was suffocating him. You’re lucky he’s your first, because if this was some stupid ass college kid, he wouldn’t have been able to take care of you. But thankfully you were in toji-san’s care.

“b-but it hurts,” you cried, Toji hummed, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“I know, you’re doing so well,” Toji sighed, you felt so good. Of course it hurt, it was your first time yes, but then there was his size. He kissed your face, as he rubbed his thumb on your clit, until your lips parted and suddenly you came around him. Toji smiled, taking this moment to push himself further inside.

A scream ripped from you as you felt Toji sink further into you, until he was laughing, and rocking his hips inside you.

“Good girl, taking me all in,” Toji praised you, as your eyes were foggy as you felt so full. Toji hummed as he pushed your leg up his shoulder, only to sink further. A moan escaping your lips as Toji hummed. “feel so good, gonna fuck you just the way you want.” Toji pulled back out, your lips parting at the sudden loss before his hips snapped into you. Your eyes filled with tears.

“Crying over my cock, baby,” Toji cooed as he fucked your pussy as tears ran down your flushed face. Your tits bouncing with each thrust as he planted himself harder, fingers digging into your flesh. His eyes dilating at the small blood at the base of his cock. “fuck me,” he groaned, biting the inside of your thigh that rested on his shoulder. Your throat was dry as you felt yourself drawing closer.

“c-close! ahh please!” You cried, nails leaving marks along his arms as Toji edged you closer until you were bucking you hips up, clenching around him. The fighter was so full, his balls were heavy as they continued to slap the curve of your ass. You could feel the vein of his cock run against your walls as his hair tickled your clit. Toji hummed, licking his lips at the ring at the base of his cock. Hearing your wet cunt as he fucked into you.

“t-toj…san,” your words were slurred, completely fucked out, Toji’s eyes delighting at the sight. Suddenly lifting you off the bed, his knees and feet digging into the mattress as he held you up, fucking up into you. A cry escaped your lips at the overstimulation. His large hand holding the small of your back as the other gripped your thigh.

“look so fucking good, such a fucking angel,” Toji’s praises poured from his lips. This was the first time he’s been so captured by someone. Your hair stuck to your forehead as Toji’s abs tense, your finger grasping his hair as your head leaned back, back arching as he bit your chest. “Perfect fucking pussy, baby. Such a good—uh fuck,” Toji felt his cock twitch, as he felt you clamping around him again.

Your head fell forward as you pulled his hair so his head tilted back to meet yours. Your eyes were completely dazed, his eyes blown, as your lips met his. He felt your falling tears, run down his cheeks as your tongue hanged out as your nails dug deep cumming around him, Toji bit your lip fucking up, until he felt his balls clench, and he was pulling you up, so his cock flew out spraying his hot white cum between your bodies. Toji groaned as he rocked you up and down, cock between your folds as he milked his cum out. Emptying his balls.

“toji-san,” your head rested on his sweaty shoulder, drool slipping from your lips. “was it good…d-did i do good?” Lips parted as you slowly calm down from the high. Toji caressed your back. Smiling as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, laying you down on the mattress his lips capturing yours. You whining on his lips.

“You were so good for me,” your cheeks were flush. Toji chuckled as he felt your pussy twitch rubbing up at the praise. “Like it when I praise you?” Toji didn’t need to ask, he knew, it couldn’t be more obvious. Yet he enjoyed the way your cheeks lit up.

“I just…” you yawned, as Toji settled beside you. Your voice was a bit hoarse. So toji brushed your lips, as he mumbled he’ll grab a water for you.

Toji grunted as he walked into the kitchen. His body was sore from the fight, and after wrecking you, he felt like he could barely move. However, it was so worth it. Itching his shoulder as he filled a glass of water, he felt the breeze on his body. Taking notice of his wet dick. He should probably wipe you down as well…Toji didn’t bother thinking about how you’re the only person he’d do that for, because you were worth it. Toji made a quick call before grabbing a warm wet towel and returning to the bedroom.

“sweetheart?” Toji kneeled beside you, only to see that you’d knocked out. Understandable, you also had a long day. You mentioned earlier that you’d stayed up the night before working on an essay, and then you had the long night with him. Toji couldn’t help the smile as he parted your legs seeing the mess. How much he wanted to leave you like that. But he pushed the selfish thought, and wiped you clean. Also wiping his cum that sprayed on your stomach and tits.

“toji-san,” you mumbled, a hand reaching for him. You were too tired to open your eyes so Toji finished up tossing the towel aside and pulling you into his chest as you fell back asleep. You were so warm, your body wrapping on top of him, your hands brushed his stomach as your cheek was smooshed against his pec, lips parted. This is a nice way to fall asleep, toji thought, before he too fell asleep.

Toji woke the next morning. The floor to ceiling window covered the side of the room as it overlooked the city. Looking under his arm to see the body tangled in the white sheets , still dozed off. Rubbing his eyes, the man sat up, before he took another look at the girl in his bed. A brow quirked as he saw your bare back facing him as you laid on your stomach, completely sprawled on his large bed, the sheet so tangled around your ass and somehow wrapped aggressively around one leg.

It was almost the afternoon, Toji pushed the cover off his body as he walked to the kitchen, rubbing his face. He answered a couple calls from his manager and some sponsors, before he went through this emails, sipping his coffee. Returning to the room, looking over at you still fast asleep. Drool coming from your lips. The urge to take picture had him snapping two before tossing his phone on the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Toji took his time washing his face, careful of his cuts, brushing his teeth, taking a piss, so on. Then stepping into the shower. His thoughts wandered to you. Rinsing all the sex from his body, he stepped out of the steaming shower drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. That’s when he heard the buzzer. Stepping out of the bathroom.

You stirred awake at the loud noise. Eyes blinking at the bright light, you pressed your face into the soft mattress. Just a few more minutes. The bed is so warm. So much room. Then you heard a low voice in the distance. Suddenly your mind woke up, eyes finally opening to see the large windows, that sprayed daylight into the large ass bedroom. Toji-san! Your mind screamed.

You pushed your body up until you fell back onto the mattress. “Shit” you looked down at your body to see the tangled mess that entrapped you. Grumbling to yourself, as you anxiously untangled your limbs.

“You’re up,” his deep voice catching you off guard, quickly holding the blanket to your chest. Your eyes looking up at the man standing beside the open door, walking further in, a gray towel loose on his hips. Your cheeks turning a shade darker at the bruises from yesterdays fight, along with your own nail marks, reminding you of last night.

“uh, morning…” you spoke, cheeks pink. This was the first time you’ve done this. And the last time! But this is awkward! Toji chuckled, walking over as he handed you the box. Luckily you untangled yourself enough to sit up. Letting the cover drop, resting on your lap as you accepted the box.

Toji sipped his coffee as he let you open the package. His eyes wandering over your exposed skin, the morning light finally highlighting his work from the long night. His pride swelling as the bruising hand marks sparkled around your waist, the bite marks still visible around your neck, and tits. Then the beautiful dark hickies littered across your tits and the rest of your body. My he did a number on you.

“Are you serious!” You shouted, pulling out the camera. Your lip quivered as you felt a sudden rush of happiness. It was the same exact one that broke last night. “My camera,” you hugged the brand new camera. “How’d you get a new one so fast?”

“Does it matter?” Toji asked, you shook your head. The man hummed as he watched you pull out the lense.

“This lense is even better, my old one was just a 16-20mm this is a 16-80mm lense,” you ranted, toji had no clue what the hell that meant. But at least you liked it. His hand reached out to your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes bright and warm as he brushed your hair off your forehead, patting your head. Your face went red, making the man laugh.

“So it’s good?” Toji confirmed.

“Mhmm,” you smiled, the toothy grin having Toji’s stomach warm up, such a cute little thing you were. His hand holding the back of your head, pulled you to his lips. You hummed in surprise, but allowed the man to part your lips, letting you taste his morning coffee. Your tongue wanting to press against his, making Toji chuckle, his hand running down your side as you leaned further in.

Toji soon pulled away as he stood up. “Let’s grab some breakfast,” Toji said. Your eyes bright, and cute flush dusting your cheeks after the heated kiss. “You can shower if you want,” Toji said, you hummed. Putting the camera to the side, you moved off the bed, only for your legs to buckle. Fuck me, there’s no way.

Toji looked over his shoulder. His brow raised, watching you stand back up, but your hand grabbed at your leg and the other held the bed steadying yourself.

“Need help?” Toji’s teasing voiced hit you straight in the chest. Smug bastard. Your jaw clenched as you looked up at him. How adorable. Toji saw the twitch in your eye.

“No,” you snapped, sucking in a deep breath as you got up taking a step forward. Fuck you really needed to use the bathroom, that’s why it’s harder to walk.

“Really gonna be a brat about this?” Toji said again watching you sweat and struggle.

“It’s your fault,”

“My fault…for doing what you asked?” Toji threw back.

“I—you…” toji loved the way you were getting worked up. “It was my first time! It’s not my fault!”

“Okay, yes yes,” Toji waved you aside turning around to leave. “Whatever you say, gonna act like a brat, then make your own way to the bathroom.”

Your fist tightened around the sheets, your legs struggling to move. Just needa piss then it’ll be fine. You sucked up your two inch pride.

“Toji-san,” you called, eyes cast down in embarrassment. “Please help me.” A smirk tugged on his lips, easily striding over, mug aside, hoisting you up, hands on your ass as your legs wrapped around him, arms around his shoulder.

“Wasnt so hard was it?” He met your eyes as you rolled them, making him give your ass a slap. A yelp surprising you as he smirked up, feeling your pussy press against his abs. “You really are one dirty brat,” he said rubbing your ass cheek as he spread them apart feeling you press against him. Suddenly giving it another slap, making you gasp.

“D-Don’t,” you stuttered, you need to use the bathroom. “I have to go, don’t tease me now,” you said embarrassed. Toji laughed, feeling your pussy pulse against his stomach. Your bottom lip tucked in your mouth as you struggled to contain yourself, only for Toji to give you another slap sending a wave down your body, just in time for Toji to let his towel slip to the floor and step in the shower, letting the hot water hit you both.

“You get worked up too easily,” Toji taunted caressing your lips with his thumb as you pissed. Your tongue lulled out as he smiled, letting you suck on his thumb as you rubbed against him, as he held your ass. “Last night not enough for you?” Toji groaned as he felt your tongue circle the tip of his thumb, before you opened your mouth, finishing your release. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Toji rubbed his leaking tip between your folds, as he attacked your lips. “Gonna take me in, like a good girl, eh?” Toji said, rubbing your ass as you hummed nodding. You were adorable, whining and moaning as if you weren’t asking for it. His finger loosened you up, before he sank you on his cock. Your back arching as you held him close, before he started fucking you into the wall.

“Ah so big,” you squeaked, as your moans bounced off the walls. Your pussy clamped around him as he swallowed your moans. Until you were cumming around him. Toji wanted so badly to pull out and have you get on your knees for him as he came on your face, however, he decided he’d rather teach you that another time. He wanted to lay back and enjoy the scene of you gagging and struggle to fit him in your mouth. So he opted for pulling out and cumming between your bodies. Your fingers delicately holding his cock, as Toji nuzzled his face in your neck as you stroked him for more cum, smiling when you felt the thick length twitch and release a bit more.

You were a little wobbly as Toji set your legs down. Your hands holding his arms until you were steady. Toji didn’t bother to think about how out of the ordinary this is for him. How he actually enjoyed how you washed your hair, or how you were struggling on your tip toes to wash his hair until he kneeled on the floor for you. You laughed as you cleaned his hair, and him not caring that he’d taken a shower ten minutes prior, because at least now he was kissing your stomach and feeling up your thighs as your fingers massaged his scalp.

Don’t ask Toji to explain how much he enjoyed your hands cleaning his body or you speaking to him casually. Because if he was being honest, this was something that felt normal. It felt right. You came into his life so unexpectedly yet you fit into it so perfectly.

Toji Fushiguro, the top MMA fighter, known for his unexpected violence. Is a complete and utter softie for this journalist.

part 2

ino is hopeless.

nanami knows it. anyone with half a brain could see it—except for ino himself, apparently.

it starts subtly. little things that nanami catches because he’s perceptive, because it’s in his nature to notice details others overlook. at first, it’s harmless: ino’s eyes lingering on you for a beat too long when you speak, the way he straightens up whenever you enter a room, how he suddenly remembers the most trivial of errands whenever you’re around—just so he has an excuse to stay a little longer.

nanami finds it mildly amusing. he’s well aware of how attractive you are, how effortlessly charming, even without trying. it’s only natural that someone like ino, young and overeager, would fall for you.

but then, it escalates.

one evening, you drop by jujutsu high, bringing nanami a homemade meal because you know he’s been too busy to eat properly. you show up in casual clothes—just a simple, fitted sweater and jeans—but the way ino reacts, you’d think you walked in wearing a red carpet gown.

he visibly stiffens when you greet him, gives you a stammered “hey” that’s painfully awkward. nanami, who’s been flipping through reports at his desk, glances up just in time to see the way ino’s gaze flickers down your body before he forces himself to look away.

ah. so that’s where this is going.

ino is crushing, sure, but there’s something else now—something more desperate, more embarrassing. nanami recognizes it instantly, and this time, he does smirk. just a little.

ino, poor fool that he is, doesn’t realize nanami has noticed.

“kento,” you sigh, walking past ino like he isn’t even there. you set the bento box on nanami’s desk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his temple. “you really need to stop skipping meals.”

nanami catches the way ino’s mouth parts slightly, like the air’s been knocked out of him.

“thank you,” nanami says, calmly, like he hasn’t just witnessed his protégé mentally combust.

“it’s nothing,” you hum, straightening up. “besides, if you keep working late, i’ll just have to start showing up every night.”

ino makes a strangled noise. nanami takes a sip of his coffee, unbothered.

—

later, nanami watches as ino struggles to focus during a sparring session.

it’s bad. the kid’s already a mess under normal circumstances, but today, he’s downright sloppy. his stance is off, his movements sluggish, his strikes lacking any real force. nanami doesn’t have to guess why.

he sees it in the way ino flinches when you walk past the training hall, his shoulders tensing like he’s physically holding himself back from looking. but his restraint only lasts a second—his gaze flickers toward you anyway, like a moth drawn to a flame.

it’s pathetic.

nanami doesn’t even need to move much to dodge the sloppy punch ino throws next, sidestepping effortlessly. ino tries to recover, shifting his weight, but nanami can already tell he’s not putting his full strength into it. he’s distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“you’re unfocused,” nanami states plainly, effortlessly blocking another weak attempt at a strike.

ino exhales sharply, shaking out his arms like that’ll somehow fix his obvious lack of composure. “just—just tired, that’s all,” he says, forcing a weak chuckle.

nanami stares at him, unimpressed.

“tired,” he repeats, tone dry.

ino nods, a little too eagerly. “yeah. long night.”

nanami doesn’t comment. he doesn’t need to. he’s known ino long enough to recognize his poor attempts at deflection. besides, nanami doesn’t have to say anything—not when ino completely exposes himself a second later.

because just as nanami steps forward to counter, you laugh at something in the hallway.

it’s not even loud. just a soft, amused sound, barely audible over the rhythmic thuds of sparring in the dojo. but ino hears it. worse, he reacts to it.

his body goes stiff, his focus snapping completely. nanami sees the exact moment his mind short-circuits—his fists unclenching, his stance faltering, his attention slipping from the fight entirely.

and so, nanami does what any good mentor would do.

he knocks ino flat on his ass.

“fuck,” ino groans, wheezing as he stares up at the ceiling.

nanami looms over him, arms crossed.

“if a simple distraction is enough to take you down, you won’t last long in the field,” nanami remarks coolly.

ino groans again, rubbing his face. “that wasn’t—i didn’t—”

nanami tilts his head. “if you’re tired, you should be able to focus through it,” he continues, watching as ino freezes. “unless, of course, something else is affecting your concentration.”

there it is. the telltale flicker of panic in ino’s eyes.

instead of pressing the issue further, he simply offers a hand. ino stares at it like he expects a follow-up attack, before reluctantly grasping it and letting nanami pull him to his feet.

“let’s go again.” nanami says, adjusting his sleeves.

ino exhales heavily. he nods, but nanami doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker toward the door one last time.

instead of stopping him, nanami lets him suffer through his own turmoil.

—

by the time ino realizes he never had a chance, it’s almost pathetic.

you show up one evening, like always, but this time, you don’t just drape yourself over nanami’s shoulders—you practically melt into him, sighing contentedly as he rests a hand on your hip.

ino looks like he’s about five seconds away from passing out.

it’s honestly impressive—nanami has seen the kid go up against curses twice his level, take hits that should’ve knocked him out cold, but nothing has shaken him quite like this.

the moment you walk in, all warmth and ease as you slide into nanami’s space, ino tenses. nanami doesn’t miss the way his gaze flickers to where your hand rests on his shoulder, fingers curling against the fabric of his suit.

“kento,” you murmur, leaning down just enough that your breath brushes against his ear. “let’s go home.”

nanami hums, his grip on your waist firm as he turns his head slightly, his nose grazing yours before he kisses you—slow and deliberate.

you sigh into it, and nanami uses the moment to deepen the kiss, letting his hand drift lower, just enough to make a point.

when he finally pulls away, he opens his eyes and—ah, there it is.

ino looks wrecked. eyes wide, mouth slightly open, standing there like a man who’s just watched his last shred of hope crumble to dust.

nanami meets his gaze, calm as ever, but there’s something sharp in his expression—something that makes ino straighten up like a scolded dog.

it’s not a threat. not really. nanami doesn’t need to threaten him.

it’s just a simple fact.

you’re his.

and ino? well, ino never had a chance.

—> part two(nsfw).