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sleepy lazy morning sex w sukunaaaaaaaaaauuhhhhhhhhhhh 😩 one minute you’re blinking away sleep with your cheek against the pillow and him poking hard and needy into your back, the next he’s got you on your side with one leg hiked up and your pyjamas tugged down around your thighs. he’s treating you with slow lazy thrusts, big hands groping at any fleshy part of you that he can reach, voice thick with sleep as he groans, the sound gravelled and low between the sticky ‘plap!’ ‘plap!’ ‘plap!’ of him working you open. it doesn’t take long before your breathing gets a little ragged at the edges, and you’re whining and moaning softly along with him. the sheets are still warm and he’s still half asleep, and it’s just so easy for you both to roll into a collective brain melting orgasm, to ride it out while he noses at your hair and murmurs filthy little slips of praise there, breathing in the soft scent of your shampoo…
ᓚᘏᗢ ⦂ bringing girl dad!toji to your daughter’s shot appointment has yet to be the worst decision of your life…
“okay, deep breath, toji. she’s fine. it’s just a routine thing. we talked about this.” you’re starting to regret asking him to drive you to the hospital.
“i know, babe, i know, but—did you see her face?!”
toji’s pacing outside the pediatrician’s office like he’s about to storm a government facility. like he’s on a mission. except the mission is his toddler not getting poked by any more “cruel, heartless needles.” he’s got one rough and big hand dragging down his face, eyes glossy, shirt collar stretched slightly where your daughter had clung to it before the nurse gently pried her away.
you’re sitting in the hallway chair holding said daughter, a year and half years old, baby-fat arms, dimpled knees, and teary eyes still red from her brief betrayal. she’s sniffly but soothed now, head tucked against your chest, one hand tangled in your shirt.
meanwhile the mighty, collected, very well behaved toji is in shambles.
“they stabbed her,” he mutters dramatically, like it wasn’t a literal trained nurse giving a vaccine in a sterile, kid-safe room. “she looked at me like i handed her over to get executed.”
“baby, it’s a shot. she’s literally going to forget in five minutes.” you try to calm him, which was not helping at all by the way.
“i’m not,” he says, hand over his heart like he just watched a shakespearean tragedy.
you blink. “…are you crying?”
“no.” he sniffs. “i’m sweating. from my eyes. it’s different.”
you fight a laugh, even as you rock your baby girl gently on your lap. “you didn’t cry when you literally got stabbed.”
“that’s different. i signed up to get stabbed. she just wanted a juice box and some bluey reruns, and they came at her with a syringe like she’s an adult.”
you lean back in the chair and look at him, arms cradling your daughter while her breathing evens out. “you’re being ridiculous.”
“am i?” he gestures toward your daughter’s tiny arm, still with the little bandaid on it. “she has a wound, baby. it’s gonna scar her”
okay now he’s being very dramatic, you raise an eyebrow. “it’s a dinosaur bandaid.”
“yeah. a purple dinosaur. her least favorite color.”
“…she’s not even fully aware of colors yet.”
“that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel the betrayal.”
you don’t remember when he got up, too focused on how you’re trying to ease him down. you roll your eyes affectionately and pat the seat next to you. “sit down, drama king. she’s fine, you’re the one who needs a juice box.”
he finally huffs and sits, dramatically sagging into the chair beside you with a big, rough-man sigh that rattles his chest. and then your daughter, like the little emotional kryptonite she is, shifts in your arms, sniffs, lifts her head, and sees him.
“dada…” she whimpers, bottom lip wobbling.
“oh no,” toji breathes, already leaning forward. “no no no, come here, baby, don’t cry—i’m the one who should be crying—”
he opens his arms and she immediately scrambles over to him, face still tear-streaked but already soothed by the sound of his voice. she burrows into his chest and he wraps her up so tightly it’s like he’s shielding her from the entire medical establishment.
“shhh. daddy’s got you. daddy’s gonna fight the needle monster next time, okay? i got hands for all of them. no one touches you again.”
you’re giggling now, covering your mouth. “you’re gonna square up with a pediatric nurse?”
“damn right i am,” he says, face buried in her baby curls. “with a vengeance.”
your daughter makes a soft little hiccup of a sigh, her hand patting his shoulder like he’s the one who needs comforting now. and you’re watching the man who once cleaved enemies in half practically crumble into a puddle because his tiny daughter got a standard immunization.
“she’s braver than i ever was,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her temple. “absolute little warrior. my sweet lil killer baby.”
“killer?” you snort.
“killer cute, i mean. obviously.” you’re done with this man.
you lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “you know she’s gonna get like four more shots next year, right?”
he goes silent.
“…toji?”
“we’re skipping town.”
“what.” you’re caught off guard.
“going off-grid. living in the woods. raising her feral. no more needles, no more betrayal, just vibes and dirt and blueberries.” he gives the mini creation of you both on his lap with a determined look.
you laugh into his bicep. your daughter hums softly in his lap, now peacefully chewing on the collar of his shirt, completely unbothered. you watch toji watch her—and he’s got that look again. the one he gets when she does anything remotely adorable, like blink or exist.
god, he’s doomed for her. and you’re doomed for both of them.
“you’re so pathetic,” you whisper jokingly and he doesn’t even flinch. toji just smiles, soft and teary-eyed.
“yeah,” he says, kissing his daughter’s little forehead. “and i’d die for her.”
🜼 ⋆ girl dad toji trying to teach his daughter dada but instead creates a sailor mouth.
“okay, princess,” he says, bouncing her gently on his knee. “we’re gonna try this again.”
his daughter stares up at him with big glassy eyes, chewing on her fist.
“say ‘dada,’ alright? dah-dah. i’ve been payin’ for your snacks. cleanin’ up your little turds. you owe me.”
she giggles.
“dada,” he repeats slowly, pointing to himself. “daaaa-da. c’mon, baby. i’m your favorite. don’t let your mom win this, she’ll never shut up about it.”
and then—clear as day—she chirps:
“mama!”
toji freezes.
“…again?” he mutters. “mama? you’re really gonna disrespect me like this in my own house?”
his daughter claps.
he sighs dramatically and leans back against the couch, staring at the ceiling like the war’s already lost. “this is bullshit.”
and then—
from his lap, soft and cheerful:
“mama shit!”
he blinks. sits up straight. stares down at her.
“…wait. no. no, no, no, no—shit.”
“mama shit,” she says again, happy as ever, wiggling like she just solved a math problem.
“no, baby, no—don’t say that—say dada, c’mon—”
“mama shiiiiit.” she sings it now. it’s a song.
“oh my god,” he groans, standing up with her in his arms. “what have i done. your mom is gonna kill me.”
he speed-walks down the hall and kicks open the bedroom door.
“babe,” he says, dead serious. “we have a situation.”
you blink at him from the bed. “…what kind of situation?”
“say it again, sweetheart,” toji urges, lifting the baby.
“mama shit!”
you wheeze. you actually wheeze. like, snort-laugh into your pillow.
“toji.” you gasp. “you taught her a swear word?”
“not on purpose! i was trying to win! she keeps sayin’ mama and—”
“mama shit.” louder. confident. proud. toji groans and plops on the bed, baby still in his lap, covering his face.
“she’s gonna get kicked out of daycare before she even gets in.”
synopsis: In which your loyal plug offers you a much better deal after a bad night.
warnings: plug!choso x reader, college au, mention of drugs, degrading, praise, oral sex (f giving), spitting, choking, squirting. Not proofread
word count: 2,5k
I wanna go home.
The exact same thought crossed your mind for the hundredth time as you navigated the sticky, crowded living room of the frat house, your steps messy and uneven. You dodged sweaty bodies and loud, slurred laughter. All you wanted was to find some uncrowded corner to finally sit your ass down and breathe.
But every step you took was useless. There were people sprawled across the stairs, cramming into every single room, and someone was even passed out on the toilet seat. Not a single corner was empty like you wished.
Still, you kept wandering aimlessly through the house. You offered tired nods to the few people you recognized, your eyes scanning the crowd for Gojo, your frat-boy friend, and the exact reason you were stuck in this hellhole in the first place, having dragged you here under the threat of his endless whining.
You couldn't just slip out and leave without saying anything, either. You knew him well enough to know he’d pout and complain about it for a whole week straight.
In a desperate bid to get away from the noise, you opened the first unlocked door you could find in the hallway, expecting a guest bedroom. Instead, it was a small terrace.
But as you stepped there, the cold air hitting your face. Then, you realized it obviously had someone in there.
You let out the loudest, heaviest sigh you possibly could, unable to hide your disappointment. Hearing your long, frustrated exhale, the guy looked back.
Your eyes instantly locked on him, and the breath caught in your throat. He was insanely good looking. Even in the dim light filtering from the hallway, you could see the sharp metal of his lip and eyebrow piercings, and a dark tattoo stretching right over his nose bridge.
He was, and without a doubt, absolute eye-candy.
Your fingers fumbled through your pockets, searching frantically for your lighter while your other hand carefully protected a freshly rolled joint. No matter how hard you shook your coat or patted down your jeans, your pockets came up empty.
“Fuck...” you muttered under your breath.
“Need a light?”
The voice came from beside you. You looked over to see him holding out a black clipper lighter, the small flame already flicking to life between his knuckles.
“Um... yeah, if you don't mind,” you said, leaning in slightly.
“I don't,” he murmured, shielding the flame from the wind with his free hand. He watched you light it, his dark eyes tracking the embers before he let the flame die. “Though... whoever rolled that for you did a terrible job. And the weed looks like mids.”
“Oh... it's just some guy on campus. I don't even know his name.”
Choso’s eyebrows arched at your answer. He opened his mouth as if to say something — likely to lecture you on buying from random strangers, but he caught himself, letting the words die.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a cleanly rolled joint of his own, and held it out to you.
“Here. Try this.”
You swapped yours for his, your fingers brushing lightly against his cold skin. You took a slow, deep drag, the smoke hitting your throat much smoother than before. Tilting your head back against the balcony railing, you slowly exhaled, watching the pale smoke curl and drift into the cold night air.
Your eyes widened, your mouth parting in disbelief.
“Wow... I'm—” You coughed lightly, looking down at the joint in awe. “Who the fuck sells this?”
“He's right here,” he said, pointing a finger at himself with an ironic tilt of his head. “I can give you a much better offer, though.”
---
Weeks bled into months after that chilly night on the balcony.
What started as a simple transaction quickly shifted into something much softer, defying the usual boundaries between a buyer and her plug.
You and Choso had exchanged numbers, and soon, you didn't even hesitate to text him when you needed a fix. Choso, in turn, would message you whenever he got his hands on a new batch.
Over time, you became his most trusted regular. The discounts he offered you became almost ridiculous. Sometimes he’d even drop off your order and refuse to take a single dollar, waving your wallet away with a tired, gentle shake of his head.
Eventually, the quick drop-offs turned into quiet invitations. A simple “come over, let’s hang” text from Choso became the anchor of your weekly routine.
And speaking of routine, that was exactly how you found yourself on a rainy night.
Sprawled lazily across the worn and peeling leather sofa in his small dorm room. Your head was settled comfortably in his lap, your feet dangling over the opposite armrest without a care in the world.
Choso was looking down at you, his dark eyes tracing the quiet lines of your face as you drifted somewhere deep inside your own thoughts. It was unusual for you to be this still.
Normally, the room would be filled with the quiet hum of your voice or the shared smoke of a fresh joint, but tonight, you had just walked in and sunk onto his couch without a word.
“Something wrong?” He leaned down slightly, his hand reaching out to tilt your face up toward his. His thumb pressed gently into one of your cheeks while his fingers cradled the other, plumping your lips open just enough.
He took a deep drag from his own joint, leaned over you, and exhaled the pale smoke directly into your parted lips, letting you inhale the second-hand high.
You swallowed the smoke, your head feeling a little lighter as his hand slowly released your face, his thumb lingering on your skin for a split second too long.
“Nah...” you muttered, staring up at his ceiling. “I just got ghosted. Again.”
Choso frowned, his brows drawing together in immediate disapproval. He leaned back against the cushions, though his dark eyes never left yours.
“Seriously?” he said, his voice dropping into a comforting rumble. “His loss. You’re too good for him anyway.”
You looked up at him, the haze of the smoke making everything feel heavy and warm.
You reached your hand up, your fingertips gently brushing against his jaw before tracing the cold, metal ring on his bottom lip. “Why can't guys just be like you?”
The relaxed atmosphere in the room vanished in a fraction of a second. His fingers tangled a little tighter in your hair, pinning your head gently against his thigh as his eyes locked onto yours.
“'Cause they're fucking dumbasses,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a rasp that vibrated straight through you. “If you were mine, I'd never leave you waiting. Fuck, I wouldn't even let you out of my sight!”
You looked straight into his dark eyes, your voice barely a breath in the quiet room.
“I wouldn't mind.”
Hearing these words, Choso’s large hands slid down to grip your waist. And with a single lift, he pulled you up, shifting your weight until you were straddling his lap on the leather couch, your thighs framing his hips.
He didn't hesitate for a single second, pulling you flush against his chest. When his lips finally smashed into yours, any gentleness evaporated.
The cold metal of his lip piercing bit sharply against your skin, a delicious contrast to the sudden heat of his mouth.
His large hand slid down the curve of your spine to your ass, his fingers squeezing firmly, stealing a helpless moan from straight between your lips.
You didn't waste any time either. You began to grind against his lap right then and there. The rolling friction of your hips made him hitch a sharp breath, and you could feel him hardening beneath you, growing thick and rigid against your center.
“Holy shit...” you breathed out against his mouth, your head spinning from the sudden rush. “I didn't expect this.”
Choso just hummed deep in his throat. He didn't bother to think of an actual response, too consumed by the feeling of you moving against him to care about words.
As hungry as him, you slowly push your hands lower, sliding them down his chest and flat across his stomach until your fingers find the thick bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.
You used his grip on your wrists to guide your movement, sliding lower on the couch.
Then, you pushed your legs further behind you, knees sinking into the worn cushions as you arched forward, bringing your face inches away from that trapped and throbbing length.
You popped the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Reaching inside his boxers, you freed his heavy cock from his pants, watching it spring loose against his lower abdomen.
You wrapped your cold fingers around his warm shaft, making him shiver all over again.
Lowering your head, you gathered a pool of saliva in your mouth, spitting directly onto his length and your own palm to make your hand move slicker.
Choso’s breath hitched so hard it sounded like a sob. His grip on your wrists loosened instantly, his hands trembling as they migrated to the hair at the back of your head, completely losing his patience.
You paused, looking up at him through your eyelashes with a teasing smirk. “Is this your first time getting head or something?”
“No…” he rasped down at you, his dark eyes completely wide and blown out with heat. “I just— fuck, I've wanted you to touch me like this for so long. Don't stop.”
To his words, you sink his flushed crown into your mouth, swirling your smooth tongue against his head and forcing a deep grunt straight out of Choso's mouth.
His hips gave an involuntary and desperate twitch upward, his entire lower half tensing as the wet heat of your mouth enveloped him.
His large hands tightened securely in your hair, holding you firmly in place as he started to buck up into your mouth, completely abandoning his restraint.
He was practically fucking your mouth now, the thick tip of his cock sliding deep enough to hit the back of your throat with every frantic thrust.
You adjusted your position, moving one hand lower to gently but firmly cup the tight weight of his balls, while using your other hand to stroke the rest of his length, catching the friction right where your lips couldn't reach.
Even with him setting the desperate pace, you continued your relentless tongue movements against the underside of his shaft. Choso was completely undone with every wet slide of your mouth combined with the squeeze of your hands wrung broken, throwing pathetic whines from the back of his throat.
And he knew he was on the edge of spilling everything in your mouth when you swallowed around him, making your throat go tighter than ever.
“What are you doing?” he grunted when you pulled off completely, the sudden release making a loud, wet pop! sound ring out between you.
You didn't answer him right away. You stood up just enough to clear his lap, keeping your eyes locked onto his blown-out gaze.
With quick movements, you unbuttoned your pants and shoved them down your legs along with your panties, kicking the fabric away until you were completely bare beneath your shirt.
“I'm not letting you finish that easily,” you whispered, your voice dripping with sweet malice.
Before he could even process the words, you crawled right up his thighs, straddling his lap and aligning your slick center with his throbbing length. Choso barely had time to gasp before you sank completely down onto him in one motion, burying his entire cock inside you.
“Oh my god, Cho!” you moaned louder than expected.
Choso’s eyes blew wide open at the sound of his nickname, a dark, primal look taking over his face. His large hands instantly locked onto your hips, his fingers digging into your skin to anchor you as he began to thrust up to meet you.
“Fuck... yeah, just like that...” he growled out, his voice a completely wrecked, gravelly rasp. He leaned his head back against the cushions, his teeth bared in a tight grimace of pure pleasure as you set that brutal pace on top of him. “Keep going, baby. Take all of it”
His large hand reached up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking relentlessly over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. At the same time, his other hand moved lower, finding the exact spot where your bodies joined to slip a finger down and flick against your swollen clit.
The double hit of friction sent a violent shockwave right through your spine, making you fasten your pace and drive down onto him even faster, desperately chasing that blurring edge.
Choso looked up at you, his chest heaving as he watched your eyes roll back, a satisfied smirk taking over his face.
“Look at you,” he grunted out as his hips continued to drive up into your weight. “You look so fucking pretty being a slut like this for me, baby.”
You couldn't even answer him, your voice fragmenting into incoherent whimpers as your pace became entirely frantic. “Fuck, Cho—fuck, I'm cumming!”
Your vision went completely white as the intense, double-stimulation pushed you right over the edge.
A violent, full-body spasm locked your thighs around his waist as your climax hit, your internal muscles squeezing his cock in a crushing grip.
The force of the orgasm triggered an uncontrollable release. A heavy wave of fluid squirting out from your core, soaking his groin and the leather of the couch beneath him.
“Fuck—!” Choso choked out, his head snapping back as the heat of your release absolutely broke him.
Driven by pure primal instinct, his large hand flew up from your breast to wrapfirmly around the front of your throat, his fingers squeezing just tight enough to cut off your air and trap the scream in your chest.
The sudden lack of oxygen sent a dizzying rush straight to your brain, making the walls of your pussy clench around him even tighter.
With his hand anchoring your neck and holding you completely helpless against him, Choso slammed his hips up into you three more times with back-breaking force.
He let out a sound that vibrated right through your compressed throat, he finally unraveled, his lower half going rigid as he pumped thick, burning ropes of his white cum spilling deep inside you, filling you to the absolute brim while you both hyperventilated against each other.
Choso looked down at you, completely thrown on the couch with your hair tangled and your shirt hiked up, looking beautifully ruined.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he ran a hand to adjust his own messy pigtails, looking over the absolute disaster you’d both made of the couch.
your ex boyfriend!gojo showing up in front of your door.
Since the breakup with Gojo, these last few days had been the calmest you’d ever lived. When you were with him, you had been comfortable, even satisfied with your relationship. But eventually, you realized that sometimes love is simply not enough.
Ever since the day you finally found the courage to tell him it was over, he had been a ghost. You didn’t hear from him, and you didn't run into him on campus. But Satoru had a habit of forgetting boundaries when his mind was altered. Every now and then, he would show up in front of your apartment door completely wasted or high, slurring some lazy excuse about how he "just forgot" and "got used to coming here."
And yet, despite everything you had fought to rebuild, that exact, toxic scenario was happening again right now.
You stood in the frame of your open door, your heart sinking. As if his mere presence wasn't enough to ruin your peace, he was literally sitting on the carpeted floor of the hallway, loudly hollering about how he hadn't meant to end up here.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you whispered fiercely, casting a panicked look down the quiet building hall as you grabbed his arm, trying to haul him up. “And stop shouting. It’s the middle of the night and I actually have fucking neighbors.”
He finally went silent, looking up at you from his crumpled position on the floor. His eyes, now glazed and watering, fixed on you, trying to pull those pathetic puppy-dog eyes he always used when he wanted to get out of trouble.
“But whyyy,” he whined, the slurred syllable echoing too loudly in the stairwell.
Mortified by what your neighbors might hear, you gave a desperate, hard tug, dragging him over the threshold and into your apartment. But he was too heavy, his dead weight pulling you down until you fell backward onto the entryway floor with him. Working quickly, you kicked your leg back, slamming the apartment door shut with a heavy, final click.
“Satoru,” you said, your voice cutting through the dark apartment. It instantly made him freeze his whining and look right at you.
“Now why the fuck are you here.”
He looked at you confused. Didn't he always have that same excuse ?
“I swear I didn't mean to...” Satoru mumbled. “But now that I'm here why can't you just take me back?”
You sighed. The thought of taking him back had crossed your mind a million times, and it never stopped.
“Because you never take anything seriously!” you said, the frustration bubbling up. “You know how many times I waited for you here while you were partying?”
“I'm so sorry,” he whispered, looking up at you with glazed eyes. “I swear, if I could go back and change my actions, I would.”
You looked at his red, glistening eyes for a long time. He was so obviously not in his right mind, and you knew he might not even remember this happened.
“You only say this when you’re high…” you said, closing your eyes to exhale.
You slowly pull your hand out of his grip, the sudden coldness between your fingers making him let out a weak whine. “I know it wasn't supposed to end like this but... I can't do this anymore, Satoru.”
You push yourself up off the floor, leaving him sitting there in the dark entryway, looking smaller than he ever had.
“Get on the couch.” you whisper, not looking back as you walk toward your bedroom. “We're not doing this tonight.”
And the click of your bedroom door locking is the only sound left in the apartment.
︵ ೀ mdni. so the rumors are true, frat boy!satoru really is stupidly big
you swear you’d never end up here.
you swear on your GPA, your future, and your last remaining brain cell that you would never hook up with a frat boy. never. especially not satoru gojo.
yet here you are, in his messy room that looks like the last time he did laundry was during the obama administration, staring at six-foot-four of naked, insanely sculpted frat boy while he stands there like a proud exhibit at the penis museum.
his body is ridiculous. broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist, every muscle carved from years of whatever sports he plays when he isn’t throwing ragers. pale skin that somehow still looks sun-kissed across his chest and shoulders, faint tan lines from sleeveless practice jerseys. a happy trail of soft white hair leads down from his abs—abs you could spend hours running your tongue over—straight to the main event.
and god… the main event.
thick, heavy, and already flushed dark at the tip, it curves slightly upward with an intimidating girth that makes your stomach flip. it bobs as he shifts his weight, veins standing out along the shaft.
“that,” you say, “is never gonna fit.”
satoru’s snowy white hair falls messily over his forehead as he grins, those bright blue eyes sparkling. “nah, it’ll fit. i’ll make it fit.” he wraps a large hand around himself, giving one slow stroke that makes your mouth go dry. “trust me.”
“it’s not gonna fit. this thing is massive. like… i’m actually concerned for my internal organs.”
“uhm. thanks?” he looks stupidly pleased, a faint blush creeping up his neck. the cocky frat boy actually blushes at the compliment. it is almost endearing.
almost.
he climbs onto the bed and up close he smells exactly like you imagine—expensive cologne, faint beer, and warm skin. his body is hot against yours as he settles between your thighs, muscular arms on either side of your head.
when he leans down to kiss you, it is surprisingly soft at first and then hungry, tongue teasing yours while one big hand slides down your side to squeeze your hip.
you gasp when his fingers find you already slick. he groans low in his throat. “fuck, you’re so wet for me already…”
two long fingers press in, stretching you carefully, and something tells you he knows exactly how big he is because he takes his time, watching your face with hooded eyes, murmuring praise against your neck.
“that’s it… relax for me, pretty girl.”
by the time he lines himself up, you are trembling with nerves and want. he pushes forward—slow, so slow. the blunt, thick head presses against your entrance, hot and heavy. you feel every inch of that first stretch, the burn of it making you whimper.
“is it in already?” you breathe after a few seconds.
satoru lets out a strangled laugh, forehead dropping to yours. “it’s only the tip, baby.”
“only the tip?!” you are going to die. you are so going to die. the pressure is already insane—full, overwhelming, deliciously too much. you can feel the heat of him, the slight throb, the way your body tries so hard to adjust around him.
he pushes forward another inch and you both moan. sweat beads on his forehead, sliding down his temples. his abs tighten with every shallow thrust, that white happy trail brushing against your stomach.
“shit—you’re so tight,” he hisses. “feels so fucking good… but i don’t wanna hurt you.”
you grip at his biceps, nails digging into hard muscle. “you’re huge, satoru. has anyone ever told you that?”
“yeah. you—like five times already.”
“because i feel like i’m being split open by a damn baseball bat!”
he chokes on a laugh, hips stuttering. the movement pushes him a little deeper and your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming fullness. every tiny shift sends sparks through you—the drag of his thickness, the way he fills you so completely it feels like he is touching places no one ever has.
“stop making me laugh,” he whines, but he is grinning. “you’re gonna make me slip and then we’ll both be in trouble.”
“slip?! if you slip any more we’re gonna have to call an ambulance.”
“god, i like you. this is the least sexy sex i’ve ever had and i’m having the best time.”
another clumsy, careful thrust. he bottoms out halfway and has to pause, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours. his cock twitches inside you, so hot and heavy you whimper. one of his hands slides down to rub slow circles over your clit, trying to help you relax while his body stays tense with restraint.
“you’re doing so good. taking me so pretty… look at you.”
you are equal parts mortified and insanely turned on. this is the clumsiest, most awkward sex you have ever had—full of giggles and curses and satoru’s muttered coaching (“easy, big guy, she’s tiny”)—and somehow it is perfect.
he kisses you again, messy and sweet, then rocks forward once more. “still regret coming home with me?” he teases, lips brushing your ear.
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him just a little deeper, and laugh breathlessly. “ask me again when you’re actually all the way in, gojo.”
toji had never expected you'd come with such a high libido.
all he has to do is breathe funny and the next second he'll catch you giving him that look.
he never thought he'd get tired of having sex. even as he’s confiding in shiu the words feel wrong leaving his throat.
of course shiu wouldn't understand, he tells toji he should be thanking the universe for bringing him a girlfriend like you, says he'd give an arm and a leg to have his own living breathing 'fleshlight' waiting for him at home.
"god, don't call her a fleshlight."
"what? you told me yourself that when you get home her hands zip down your fly before you can even lock the door. if that's not a living fucktoy i don't know what is."
it wasn't always like this, but looking back on it he finds that the signs were there from the start.
when he was meeting your parents for the first time and you 'accidentally' kept resting your hand on his dick under the table.
when you'd beg to sit on his lap any chance you got, using the excuse of 'getting comfortable' to grind your ass down on his bulge—and when confronted about it you played dumb.
the first time you met him you gave him the greatest head of his life in a cramped and sticky club bathroom. of course he’d do all he could to push your relationship further than just a one night stand, but this? this is getting to be a problem.
it’s gotten so bad that the man hides his morning wood from you, his dick is too tender from your actions the night prior. and it’s not like he can jerk off either, his rough and calloused hands feel like he’s stroking his sensitive dick with sandpaper.
in an attempt to send a sign your way he had told you about his whole ‘sandpaper’ situation. it went the exact opposite way he intended it to. you saw it as a good thing in your eyes, interpreting his predicament as your pussy getting him so utterly whipped that it’s the only way he can cum.
he’ll just have to communicate it in a way you’ll truly understand.
“wanna get fucked so bad? want this dick so bad? better take it cause you won’t be able to think about it—ngh—or anything else when i’m done with you.” he whispers the filthy string of words into your ear.
you can’t respond. not because you’re planted face down on a pillow—while that is a part of it, the main cause is that he’s fucking you dumb.
when toji says something he means it, it’s near impossible for your brain to form a thought like this. the force he’s using to pound his cock into you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, yet you love every part of it.
even with the way your skin feels raw in the spot his heavy balls keep smacking against you—the numbness in your legs amplifies the state of pure ecstasy you’re in.
and the way every harsh thrust from him pushes your face deeper and deeper down into the mattress, and how the pillow beneath you is soaked with your tears.
a particularly harsh thrust knocks you out of your daze. you yelp as you feel the head of his cock hit your cervix, scrambling with wobbly legs to move further up the bed you cry out, “toji!”
the second you hear the laugh that comes from his chest you know he’s not about to take pity on you. “we’re not doin’ that.” chuckling, he removes the hand atop your head, using it instead to—SMACK!—it down onto your hip and yank you backward onto his dick, he knocks the air out of your lungs and you let out a sound that can only be described as a mix of a guttural moan and a loud gasp.
your legs begin to shake as he hastily continues to hammer his dick into your sopping cunt at the same brutal pace, not giving you any opportunity to recover from the pain of him bruising your cervix, “t-too—mmph—mmuuuch!” you’re left a babbling mess as a result.
“mm—mm.” he shakes his head, “if you’re taking it you’re—fuck—taking it all.” turning your head to the side you see a smirk creep up on his face through your teary eyes, the scar on the side of his lip curling as he snakes a hand down your stomach, reaching down to pinch your clit.
the world around you goes dark as your eyes instantly shut tight with the overwhelming stimulation, the coil in your stomach snapping, “c-cumminggg!!” you wail, drool seeping through the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets as you feel your pussy gush around him.
he fucks you through your high and pulls his girthy dick out when your walls stop contracting around it, finally showing you the tiniest bit of sympathy.
after your breathing has settled into something semi-regular you attempt to pull the covers over yourself and pass out, but he tugs them out of your grip. “what’re you doing that for? didn’t say i was finished.”
a/n : i apologise if theres any mistakes i went out last night and i might still b buffering
i have to block like 5 uk numbers now idk how i ended up in a harem of tea and crumpets i dont live in england
♡ ⸝⸝ when toji fucks you good, you take his ass to red lobster ! ❤︎₊ ⊹
cw: nsfw
“hello! my name is michael, and i’ll be your server for tonight.” he gestured to the menus in front of you. “ready to order?”
you glanced up and gave him a small smile. “not quite, give us some time please.”
“no worries, take your time.” he smiled and left.
toji looked unamused. “why’d you send him away? you said i can order whatever i want.”
you rolled your eyes. “you already know what you want? we’ve been here for like two minutes.”
“i do actually, it’s the same order every time.”
he wasn’t wrong, he was pretty consistent with what he liked. especially with you.
“yeah just like that.” he groaned and you clenched around him at his words. “if you keep—fuck—squeezing me like that, i won’t last much longer pretty.”
toji had you in yet another mating press for the third time this week. you’d asked him to come over to help fix your bed frame and you somehow found yourself on the bed, caged underneath him.
with the way he was ramming into you, he might need to come over again to fix it. the bed squeaked with each thrust, headboard banging against the wall. you were bound to get a noise complaint from your neighbors, but you didn’t care. not with the way he fucked you like his life depended on it.
he rubbed your clit with his thumb, earning yet another sinful moan from you. thighs trembling, you came hard for the second time of the night, so hard you saw stars. you whined as he drove into you, not showing any signs of stopping.
“i’m not done cutie. i promised you five, remember?”
you whimpered his name and he shook his head with a grin. he snapped his hips against yours and you yelped.
“soo tight my pretty girl, you’re doing so well for me. don’t tap out now.” he teased you lightly. gripping his bicep, you tried your best not to squirm underneath him. but toji made it hard as he fucked you at a brutal pace. your slick coated his shaft and your thighs, but he didn’t seem to care. in fact, you were pretty sure it egged him on.
“my good girl is soaked for me, huh? as if i haven’t fucked you two other times this week. greedy pussy.”
you couldn’t think straight. all you could think about was the way he grinded his hips against yours, coaxing another orgasm from you.
the lethal grip you had on his bicep as you came caught toji off guard. he was used to the broken cries and the way your cunt tightened around him, but this was something different. his hips stuttered as he buried himself as deep as possible. he came with a low, guttural moan before resting his forehead against yours.
the sounds of his ragged breathing and your panting filled the roam. his thick seed was leaking out of your sore cunt. he had just enough energy left to reach in between your legs and push it back in.
“maybe five was a bit ambitious,” he murmured against your skin. “but you said three and i get to go to red lobster.”
you wanted to laugh at how upfront he was, but you couldn’t. you were spent. he nudged you with this nose and you groaned softly. “again?”
“a promise is a promise.” he grumped.
“m’kay.”
that’s how you found yourself across the table from him, skimming through the menu like you didn’t know what you were going to order. just like toji, it was the same every time.
“hi, ready to order?” michael reappeared. he clicked his pen and looked at the two of you expectantly.
toji grabbed his menu to point at what he wanted, but not before michael caught on.
“wait, have i seen you guys before?”
unhinged asf but i’ve never seen anyone do this. queen bey you will always be famous
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“cmon baby,” he said, tsking playfully— like this was a game to him— as he watched you writhe on his cock. “just like the first time you took this dick, huh? cmon, you can do it, i believe in you.” he said, stroking down your stomach slowly, and reaching down to thumb at your clit.
you shakily rode him, and yes— it definitely felt like it was your first time riding him everytime you did so. you never got over the sheer size of him. “mmh, i—i’m tryinggg—“ you whimpered, placing one hand on his chest for stabilization. “poor baby,” he said teasingly, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you.
“put some work into it. there you go, just like that.” he groaned, as you finally mustered up the strength to pick up your pace. “fuuck, just like that. give it to me.” he nodded, watching you. as you adjusted to his size, you let out a shrill moan, your eyes squeezing shut. “see, that wasn’t so hard was it?” he said softly. “t—toji, i’m nuh—not gonna last long.” you spoke, returning your gaze onto him.
“yes you will,” he said, reaching his other hand, which wasn’t occupied with playing with your sensitive clit, to guide your hips to move on him the way he wanted. “you think i’m just gonna let you tap out on me? you’re funny.” he said, moaning as you moved your hips— per his guidance.
“shit, baby. finally learning, huh? what a good girl, finally using that dumb brain for good.” he breathed. “just like that. keep going, you wanna be good for me, don’t you?” he said, meeting your own strokes with his thrusts.
you nodded desperately, continuing your movements despite your growing fatigue. “yes, yes yes— yeah,” you moaned. “fuck, i can’t hold it back anymore—“ you whimpered. he chuckled, shaking his head. “cmon, then. come for me.” and when your finally came, your body tensing but your movements continuing shakily, your moans increased in volume. he watched this whole thing, an accomplished smile on his face.
his hand came up to stroke your back slowly. “aww, that’s it— fuck, mhm, cum on that dick..” he murmured, placing his hand on the small of your back to stabilize you. “see? you’re not that dumb.” he said, kissing your temple.
18+ toji picks you up late at night after a bad shift. ex bf boxer toji x fem!nurse reader pt.3.
(cw: comfort, 18+ oral f!recieving, car sex i guess.)
toji had texted you that morning, something short and easy.
"pick you up tonight. burger."
by the time he pulled into the hospital lot, it was late enough that everything felt hollowed out. the lights were still on, but quiet in that strange way that made the place feel too big. he expected you to be leaning somewhere, maybe tired, maybe scrolling on your phone.
not standing off to the side, shoulders curled in, hands pressed to your face, sobbing. his grip tightened on the wheel for a second before he shoved the door open, stepping out quick, boots hitting the pavement heavy.
"…what the hell," he muttered under his breath.
he didnt waste time, walking straight over, broad frame cutting through the empty lot, eyes already locked on you.
"oi!," he called out, voice low but sharper than usual. "whats goin' on?"
you looked up and it all fell apart. your face crumpled, breath catching, words stumbling over each other. "Im sorry, I didnt mean to-" your voice broke, hands dropping. "I just…I thought I was fine and then-"
he closed the distance in two steps.
one big hand came up to the back of your head, fingers sliding into your hair as he pulled you into his chest like it was instinct. his other arm wrapped around you just as fast, firm and solid, holding you there like he wasnt letting you tip over any further.
"ey...easy," he muttered, voice dropping, rough but softer now. "what you apologizin' for, huh?"
you clutched at his shirt, bunching the fabric, pressing your face into him as your shoulders shook. "I ruined it.." you whispered. "you came to pick me up and Im like this.."
he let out a low breath, almost scoffing, but his grip only tightened.
"its a burger. dont matter."
his hand spread across your back, thumb moving slow while the other stayed cradled at your head, holding you close.
"bad shift?" he added, quieter.
you nodded against him, voice muffled. "I couldnt keep up...everything kept going wrong and I just-" your breath hitched.
he went still for a second, jaw shifting, he didnt like that.
"hey… nah," he muttered, softer now, almost under his breath. "cmere… aint all on you, baby. place like thats a mess."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, one hand still at your neck, thumb brushing under your eye, rough but careful as he wiped away the tears.
"look at me." he said low.
his expression had softened.
"you did what you could," he said. "thats it. dont go tearin yourself up over it."
your lip trembled slightly, and he huffed quietly.
"come on," he added, softer. "lets get you in the car."
you nodded, wiping your face. he opened the passenger door, one hand hovering at your back as you got in. then instead of walking around, he leaned in after you, ducking into the seat and pulling the door mostly shut behind him.
the space got tight instantly, but he didnt care.
"move over," he muttered, already reaching for you.
you barely had time to react before he was pulling you across the console, guiding you into his lap like it made perfect sense. one arm wrapped around your back, the other came up to cradle your head again, pressing you into him.
you settled against him, knees tucked awkwardly, hands finding his shirt again.
"m sorry…" you murmured, voice small. "I didnt mean to make you come out like this…"
"quit that." he said. his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer. "aint nothin to it. I came for you, yeah?"
you nodded faintly against him.
he exhaled, slower, his hand sliding up into your hair again, fingers moving through it in that absent, steady way.
"s'alright," he muttered, almost like he was talking you down. "just got overwhelmed…thats it. happens."
your breathing was still uneven, but it started to settle the longer you stayed pressed into him. he adjusted you a little, one hand firm at your side, the other cupping the back of your head, thumb brushing slow against your scalp.
"there ya go." he murmured. "just breathe, baby. I got you."
you let out a shaky breath, fingers loosening in his shirt, and his grip didnt loosen. If anything, he pulled you closer, chin resting lightly against the top of your head, keeping you tucked in.
after a second, he dipped his head, pressing a rough, brief kiss into your hair.
"we can still get that burger," he said low. "or dont. dont matter."
you shook your head faintly against him. "can we…just stay like this for a bit?"
"yeah." he said, simple. his hand pressed a little firmer at the back of your head. "stay right here, baby."
and he held you there in that cramped front seat, big hands steady and sure, voice low every now and then when you needed it, like he was keeping you together piece by piece without making a big deal out of it.
he stayed holding you until the shaking stopped.
he didnt rush you, just kept you tucked into him, big hand steady at the back of your head, thumb moving slow like he was keeping you together without saying much. when you finally lifted your face, eyes still a little glassy, he looked you over real quick, like he was checking for anything still wrong.
"...you done cryin’ on me?" he muttered, thumb brushing under your eye again. "cmon, lets eat."
You blinked. "right now?"
he gave you a look, already shifting back into the drivers seat. "yeah, right now. been thinkin bout that burger all day, dont ruin it for me.'
you let out a small breath, something lighter this time, and settled into your seat.
he didnt talk much, just one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over every now and then to tap your knee, like he needed to make sure you were still there. when he pulled up, he grabbed the food quick and came right back, handing yours over without ceremony.
"eat," he said, already unwrapping his own.
you sat there in the quiet, both of you leaning back in your seats, the car filled with the soft rustle of wrappers and the faint hum of the engine. It wasnt anything special, just cheap food and a late night.
he glanced at you while you were eating, watching the way youd settled, the tension gone from your shoulders.
"better?" he asked. you nodded, taking another bite.
he huffed, and nudged your leg with his knee. "good. hate seein my girl like that."
you looked down a little, quieter now. "I didnt mean to be like that."
he clicked his tongue, leaning back, arm stretching across the back of your seat. "you call me whenever." he said, simple. "dont care what it is."
you finished eating, setting the wrapper down, hands resting in your lap for a second before you glanced at him. he was already looking at you, lazy, knowing, like he had been waiting.
"..what." you murmured.
he smirked, just a little.
"cmere," he said, reaching over, hand hooking lightly at your jaw, pulling you closer across the console. you barely had time to react before he leaned in, kissing you like hed been thinking about it all night. his hand steady at your face while the other slid to your waist to keep you there.
you melted into it without thinking, and when he pulled back, it was only a little, his thumb brushing slow over your cheek, eyes still on you.
"..miss you." he muttered, quieter now, your chest tightened, but softer this time.
he gave your cheek a small squeeze, that crooked grin coming back just a bit. "and you still cryin in parking lots without me huh… gotta fix that".
he leaned back in, kissing you once more, all spit and desire. he savoured it, lips moving against your own.
his mouth moved, trailing down your neck in hot, slow kisses, his lips moving against your skin. you gasped, pulling him closer by the shoulders.
"gotta fix that," he repeated, his voice low and rough. his gaze slid from your face, down your body, to the space between your thighs. his intent was clear.
with a grunt, he pushed himself back from you, one hand releasing your waist, the other reaching for the lever on the side of your passenger seat. toji yanked it, and the seat groaned backwards tilting you into a more reclined position.
the sudden shift made your breath catch. before you could even process it, his large frame was shifting, ducking down, his head disappearing below the dashboard.
"toji-" you started, but the word choked off as his hands settled on your knees. his touch was firm and he pushed your legs apart, the movement slow. the fabric of your bottoms strained, and he looked up at you from between your thighs, his eyes dark, that grin gone, replaced by a focus so intense.
"these are in the way." he muttered, his fingers finding the waistband of your bottoms.
he remembered how you liked it, how he used to do this. he tugged the trousers down your hips, past your thighs, helping you shuffle them off until they were pooled around your ankles on the floor of the car.
the cool night air from the windowthat was half open brushed against your skin, making you shiver. but his hands were warm, rough as they slid back up, over the bare skin of your thighs, pushing your legs wider.
his thumbs hooked into the sides of your underwear. he didnt hesitate, he pulled them down, leaving you completely exposed to him in the dim light from the parking lot lamp post. you were spread open before him, pretty pussy on display. you could feel your own wetness, a slick heat that had been building since his kiss.
"..there she is." he said, voice low. "missed her."
he looked at you for a long moment, his eyes drinking in the sight, and hen he leaned in.
he used the calloused pad of his thumb, brushing up through your folds, finding your clit with an accuracy that made you jerk. a low, choked sound escaped your lips.
he pressed there, just enough to make you ache, then circled slowly. "still so soft here." he murmured, his voice barely audible. "still gets so wet for me."
then he lowered his head.
the first contact of his lips against your inner thigh was as soft kiss, then he moved higher, his mouth hot and open, and he licked a slow, wet stripe from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your clit.
your hips bucked instinctively, but his hands on your thighs held you down, pinned you open for him.
he didnt tease for long. his mouth covering you completely, his tongue was broad, insistent. he licked into you, deep and slow, then fast and shallow, learning the rhythm of your body again as if hed never gone. you could feel the texture of his tongue, the wet heat of his mouth, the slight scrape of his teeth as he sucked and licked.
one of his hands left your thigh. you felt his fingers slide down through the slickness he was creating.
they probed at your entrance. u were so open, so ready. he pushed one finger inside, just to the first knuckle, and you cried out, a sharp gasp that filled the car.
he added another, sliding them both in deep, filling you. they curled upward, and when they found that perfect spot inside you, he pressed.
your back arched off the seat, your hands fumbling for something to grip, finding only the smooth leather of the headrest. "toji, fuck-" you moaned, the words dissolving into a panting breath.
he hummed against you, the vibration sending another devastating wave of pleasure through your nerves. his fingers moved slowly in and out, matching the pace of his tongue.
the car seat creaked with your movements.
the pleasure built. It was harsh, yet so gentle. you felt your muscles tightening, your thighs trembling against his shoulders. the coil in your belly wound tighter until it was too much.
"Im-im gonna-" you managed to gasp, your voice broken.
his fingers pushed deeper, his tongue flicked rapid, hard circles over your clit, and his mouth sealed around you, sucking hard. the orgasm broke over you like a wave crashing. your vision blurred, your toes curled, and you rode the sensation as his mouth and fingers worked uou through it.
he pulled back slowly, his fingers sliding out of you.
toji lifted his head, his chin and mouth glistening with your wetness. he looked up at you, your body limp and spent in the seat, your chest heaving.
he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned forward, bracing himself on the seat between your legs, bringing his face close to yours again.
his breath was hot, smelled of you. "fixed the cryin" he said, his voice gravelly. "now lets fix the rest."
pt.2 ex boyfriend boxer!toji x nurse!fem reader (..him calling late at night.)
these kind of nights were the worst.
the noise from the arena never really left him. It stuck in his ears long after the crowd was gone, long after the lights were off, long after he was back in his place with nothing but the hum of the fridge and the ache in his ribs to keep him company.
hed been going harder lately.
taking fights he shouldnt. letting them run longer than they needed to, letting himself get hit more than usual, like he didnt care much about walking out clean anymore.
tonight was one of those nights.
he sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, phone loose in his hand, knuckles wrapped sloppy and half undone like he reallt just couldnt be bothered to fix them properly, dried blood still caught along the seams of his skin while a dull ache sat deep in his ribs and refused to go anywhere.
he stared at your name for a long time.
and then he called.
the line rang, and rang, and right when he was about to hang up, you picked up.
"...hello?" your voice came through, soft, a little heavy with sleep.
he leaned back slowly, dragging a hand down his face, letting out a quiet breath as he listened to you for a second before saying anything.
"angel," he muttered finally, voice low and rough. "its me."
there was a pause, the kind that wasnt empty, just careful.
"toji?" you said, a little more awake now.
he hummed under his breath, settling back against the wall, one arm resting loose over his knee while the other held the phone close to his ear.
"missin' that cute face," he said, easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world to say after calling you this late. "needed to hear your voice."
you went quiet at that, and he could already picture the way your expression would shift, the way youd frown just a little, not fully buying into it but not shutting him down either.
"...thats not really a reason to call me this late." you murmured, voice soft but not giving him much.
he huffed quietly, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth as he shifted on the bed. "worked though, didnt it?" he replied. "got you pickin' up."
you sighed, and he could hear the tiredness in it, the hesitation too, like you were already debating how long you were gonna stay on the line. he let it sit for a second, then spoke again, tone dropping just a little.
"you alone?" he asked, just something he needed to know.
"..yeah." you answered after a beat.
"yeah?" he repeated, voice quieter now, satisfied in a way he didnt bother hiding.
silence stretched again, thicker this time, but he didnt rush to fill it. he just sat there, thumb dragging slow along the edge of his phone while he listened to you breathe.
"you should come by sometime," he added after a moment, tone casual but there was something under it. "come to the ring, yeah? been a while since I seen you sittin' there."
you shifted on the other end, clearly not expecting that.
"I dont know if that’s a good idea," you said.
he let out a low breat, just taking it in stride.
"yeah," he muttered. "thats okay. dont hafta, yeah?"
rhere was another pause, and then, quieter this time, a little rougher around the edges, like he wasnt trying to play it off anymore.
"miss when you used ta watch me," he said. "used to look out, see you there. made everythin' easier."
your chest tightened, but you didnt say anything right away.
"are you okay?" you murmur.
"yeah."
he leaned his head back against the wall, eyes half lidded, voice dropping just a bit more.
"angel," he muttered, the word coming out easy, like it still belonged to you. "whyd ya leave me, huh?"
you swallowed, fingers tightening slightly around your phone. he asked like it was the most normal thing ever.
"…you know why," you said quietly.
he huffed under his breath, one hand coming up to rub at his jaw, the faint sting there barely registering.
"dont mean i gotta like it."
that made something in you soften, just a little, and he didnt push after that, he just shifted slightly on the bed, letting out a slow breath while the line stayed open between you, filled with nothing but quiet and the sound of each other.
"you takin' care of yourself?" he asked after a while, tone easier again, but still carrying that rough warmth underneath. "you workin' too much? hospital causin you trouble?"
"Im fine.." you said, though it came out softer this time, he hummed, not fully believing you but letting it go.
"sound tired." he muttered.
you didnt deny it, and he let the silence settle again, heavier now.
"miss you." he added after a moment, voice low and steady, no joke behind it this time. "aint gonna pretend I dont, you know. missin' you bad."
your breath hitched faintly, and he caught it instantly, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth again.
"there it is," he murmured.
"dont start.." you said softly. he huffed a quiet laugh, shifting back against the pillow.
"aint startin nothin'," he said.
you didnt respond to that, didnt hang up either, and he didnt ask you to stay. just kept you there, listening, like hearing your voice was enough to settle something in him for the night.
"ill come see you. we dont gotta do anythin'." he murmurs, voice slipping deeper.
"just wanna see your face. that good with you, baby?"
you let out a quiet sound of approvement, nodding even though he couldnt see you.
"yeah?" he says. "aight. okay. get some sleep, yeah?"
you let out a breath, "...okay."
"okay." he repeats.
and right before the line falls, you hear his voice again, sincere and low in that way that makes you melt all the time.
hihii!! this is 🐼 anon (aka your favorite anon) and i was wondering if you could make a fic about boxer toji getting injured and his ex ( reader) is a nurse and she takes care of toji!
smut is optional!
love , 🐼
boxer!toji getting patched up by his favorite nurse .✦ ݁˖ (ex!toji x fem!reader)
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the noise of the arena was still ringing in tojis ears by the time the hospital lights replaced it. the adrenaline that had carried him through the last rounds had started to wear off somewhere between the locker room and the ambulance, leaving behind a deep ache in his ribs and a dull throb running through his hands.
they sat him on the edge of a hospital bed and told him to just stay put.
he leaned forward with his elbows braced on his knees, broad shoulders slouched in that tired and heavy way that came after a match. his hands hung loose between them, knuckles swollen under the half peeled tape where his skin had split again.
and then the door opened a minute later.
toji didnt really bother looking up at first, just rubbed the back of his wrist across his mouth and let out a slow breath. then you said his name. his head lifted, and for a moment he just stared.
you stood in the doorway wearing your pale blue scrubs with a clipboard tucked under your arm, hair pulled out of your face like this was any other shift and he was just another patient that was wheeled in from a rough night.
his brows pulled together before a low breath of a laugh slipped out of him.
"I'll be damned," he muttered, sitting up a little straighter as he looked at you properly. "that really you?"
you nodded and stepped into the room without reacting much to that, already pulling gloves over your hands as you set the tray down beside him. "yeah. its me." you said quietly.
his eyes followed you as you moved around the bed.
"didn't know ya worked here. thought you changed hospitals," he said, scratching the side of his jaw before glancing down at the floor and back up again. a faint crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "hospital must be runnin' outta options if they're lettin my ex patch people up."
you sighed. today was gonna be a long night. you didnt respond to that, only reached for his hand and turned it over carefully to inspect the damage.
your fingers were gentle as you started cleaning the cuts along his knuckles. the antiseptic made him tense slightly and he sucked a breath through his teeth, jaw tightening while he looked off toward the wall instead of down at his hands.
he grunted softly, leaning back into the pillow, but his eyes didnt leave you. there was that rough edge in his stare like he was still half in the ring.
"always took good care'a me." he muttered, voice low and rough.
you gave a faint nod, keeping your attention on the tape peeling along his skin. he let out a quiet huff of a laugh, one shoulder jerking up.
"oi," he said after a pause, shifting slightly so he could prop his elbows on his knees again, "dont go makin' me wonder. you got yourself a new man while Im out beatin' myself up in the ring?"
you froze a little at the question, looking down at the swab in your hand. he smirked at you, that crooked lopsided grin that was all mischief even when he was bruised and swollen.
"no. but its not really your business anyway.." you murmured, voice soft, keeping your hands moving.
he tilted his head, that crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "aint my business? nah..just checkin'. dont need someone else holdin' your hand is all."
you kept working, brushing the last bit of antiseptic off his knuckles and wrapping the tape snugly, trying to keep up your poker face.
"ain't mad if you got a new man." he says, his tone softer.
you sighed, heavy. "i said i don't." you reply.
you looked up at him, and he leaned back just enough to give you a lazy shrug, one hand resting on his knee.
you finished up the last bit of bandaging, standing and gathering the tray. "doctors'll be here any minute," you said quietly. "theyre on their way, so you better behave." you barely made it a step before his hand caught your wrist.
"ey," he muttered.
you paused, glancing back at him, tired more than anything, but he was already looking at you differently now. less teasing, more intent, like he didnt like the way you were walking off so easy.
his grip shifted, thumb brushing slow over your pulse before he tugged your hand a little closer. then he leaned in, and pressed a slow, brief kiss to the inside of your wrist.
your breath caught, just slightly. he stayed there a second longer than he needed to, exhaling low before leaning back again, still holding your hand for a beat.
"been a while," he said, voice quieter now, worn down from the fight and something else. "miss you. ya know that?"
your fingers twitched in his hold, but you didnt say anything. his eyes dragged over your face, slower this time, taking in the way you looked worn out, somewhat exhausted from this whole day.
"..you look good." he added, like it was simple. his thumb brushed your wrist once more before letting go. "real pretty like that. hair too."
and just like that, he leaned back into the pillow again, like he hadnt just said any of it. you stood there for a second, then let out a quiet breath and went back to cleaning up, slipping your hand free fully this time as you fixed the tray and turned away.
"doctors on his way," you repeated softly, more to yourself than him.
he watched you the whole time.
he stayed leaned back against the pillow, watching you, that rough smirk still in place. "you always gotta leave me like this?" he said, voice low and teasing. "gimme a kiss before you go, yeah?"
you let out a soft sigh, shaking your head, and tucked the tray under your arm. "you're so nasty," you said, voice quiet but pointed, and you turned to leave.
he let out a low, rough chuckle, that satisfied sound lingering in the quiet room. "yeah? thats the point," he said, still smirking as the doctors came in.
toji fucking you for so long that your poor pussy is a fucking mess. folds puffy, clit swollen, a combination of your juices and his sliding down between your thighs and onto the towel he has under you. you can’t even bring yourself to hold onto him anymore because all of your limbs are numb.
your head’s a fucking mess too; your five senses have been dulled down to nothing but the feel of his fat cock sliding in and out of you with wet, sloppy plaps.
you’d think that he’d at least have the decency to try and orient you or hold your hands, but he’s a mess too. pussydrunk. he’s watching the way your pussy swallows him up with each thrust, your folds wrapping around his length and sucking him in deeper. little sprays of fluid come out of you when he drives inside too fast, and if he goes too slow, your pussy flutters around him so pretty. he can’t decide which he likes better.
“you like that dick?” he grunts thoughtlessly, moving one hand off your thigh in between your legs instead so he can rub harsh circles onto your clit. “you like that dick baby? i think she likes it.”
“mngh…w-who?” you babble, bucking your hips into his hand while also fucking yourself onto him, chasing your fast approaching orgasm.
“your pussy. fuck, she loves it. look how well she’s taking me.”
you cry out and hook your legs around his waist, knowing that you’re almost there and that you want him to empty his load into you. nowhere else is satisfactory. “to-jiiiii” you slur, eyes rolling back into your head when he curves his body inward to drive impossibly deeper inside you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot on your frontal wall. “ ‘m cumming!”
toji’s face scrunches up. he resorts to that fast pace that he was stuck on earlier, and pounds into you hard and fast, his curved length battering your soft insides with each wet thrust. he slams his hips into yours one more time, pushing his thumb against your bundle of nerves while your pussy hugs his cock, milking the cum straight out of him while you squirt on his dick.
the two of you let out the most vulgar of moans as he cums with you, emptying his heavy, thick load deep into your womb. his body collapses on top of yours while he keeps rocking his cock into you, making sure no part of your pretty pussy goes untouched by his cum.
toji never wanted kids. the thought of a snotty-nosed, full-grown sperm running around made him cringe. he always saw kids as messy, loud, and a constant source of chaos—like a tornado with a juice box. but now, as your walls grip him like a vice, he can’t help but think, “one can’t hurt, right?”
his large calloused hands grip your soft thighs, watching your plush flesh spill through his fingers, he can barely control himself. continuous deep groans spilling from his throat in pure pleasure, hips snapping into you at an unforgiving pace as he watches his thick length disappear into your warm pussy.
"g'na make you a mommy-fuckin-shit-take it, princess, fuckin take it. gonna pump you full of my kids —make sure you keep it all in and have a fuckin' daycare-god! you feel so fuckin good-so good for me-you wanna have my kids? you want me to knock you up, yeah? gonna cum inside you-gonna make sure it stays in there and makes you round and pretty. fuck, i love you, god, i love you so much, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuucckk—!!
he spills into you, painting your walls white, cum thick and heavy, toji fucking zenin fills you completely. his thrusts hard and deep, ensuring none of his precious seed slips out. you can only sob, the thought of having a child with your husband, of giving him a family, a legacy, is enough to send you into overdrive, you cum, gushing around his cock.
when the two of you are finished, he pulls out and immediately shoves his fingers into you, making sure his cum is kept safe inside your womb. his thick digits pump and swirl in your used hole, and when he removes them, his thumb swipes over your pulsating clit, lips curling into a grin as you squirm under him.
he leans down, kissing you gently, palm flat on your belly.
You stood before your boyfriend, his phone in hand, turned on with the brightness to the max and his messages opened. More specifically, a conversation between him and some “Aisha” saved in his phone.
“What ?” Gojo raises his white eyebrow, staring down at you without one fuck to give. One hand is holding on tightly to his towel wrapped around his waist, the other pushing his wet hair out of his face.
“Fuck you mean what ? Why you textin this hoe like this ?” You turned the phone back to you, reading the nasty messages he was sending this bitch “I’m trynna see you ? wanna come over ? you fuck ni-” you don’t even have the time to properly cuss his ass out when he just straight up snatches his phone out of your hand.
“You have some fucking nerve, Y/N” He walks past you, charging his dying phone and putting it down on the night stand it was laying on before you took it “you think you the only one who can go through phones round here ?” You watch as he opens his drawer, pulling out a pair of boxers “tell me, he fucks you better than I do ?” you can’t help but be distracted by him dropping his towel, leaving him butt naked in front of you. You’re staring but he slides into his Calvin’s before walking up to you “I’m talkin bout Geto by the way, in case they’re others” he smirks and the words don’t even fully sink in that your hand is already flying to his face. Unfortunately, he blocks it, grabbing your wrist mid air “you didn’t answer me, baby” his gaze softens, he’s giving you the look, the one that says he’s about to destroy you.
You’re not sure how many hours have passed, you just know that when he first slammed his cock inside you, it was still sunny outside but now, it was already night time, at least that was what your fucked out brain could make up with how Gojo was beating your shit up.
Your moans can probably be heard by the whole building. Gojo’s grunting and chuckling, bucking his hips forward, watching how your ass bounces off his pelvis, hands locking your arms behind your back as he fucks you in doggy. He’s relentless in his thrusts, hitting your sweet spot so precisely that’s it’s driving you insane.
“answer me, he got you cryin like this, pretty ?” Gojo questions again, eyes focused on how your pussy is gripping onto him each time he pulls back before slamming himself back in, holding it there for a second so you can feel his top teasing your cervix. But he isn’t satisfied when you cry out “no, sato!” in that whiny voice of yours.
Without messing up his rhythm, he grabs his phone, and calls up his best friend. Your heart almost stops when you hear Geto answering with an oblivious “what you sayin” on speaker, but you don’t even have the time to beg him to hang up that he slams his dick inside again, being the final straw for you to cum for the third now. Your moans fill up the room and Geto’s ears on the other side.
“Hear how messy she can actually get” he loudly laughes, watching you break your arch, tired body laying down on the wet sheets “I’ll let it slide this time,Suguru, but keep your hands off my shit” his voice is stern before hanging up on his best friend who didn’t say one word after hearing your wet pussy being pounded.
If there was one thing, Geto wanted to have you cry like that for him even more now.
You hated that fuck ass nigga Sukuna with every inch of your body. And honestly you didn’t understand what you had done to the universe to be forsaken into being in the same friend group as him. “Sociopath” was the first word that came to mind the extremely rare and unfortunate times you thought about him. Sukuna was rude, cocky and mocking. You truly couldn't fathom why your friends enjoyed having him around.
Well, maybe with a bit of hindsight, you could admit that he was funny and was always the life of the party. And frankly he was really fine. But that was just objective, he had a lean build with huge biceps that he flaunted in compression shirts, tattoos that adorned his arms and legs and maybe even more and the most devilish grin that had his sharp canines poking out each time. His pink hair suited him well and his foxy eyes gave him a mysterious look. Still, a pretty face couldn’t make you overlook the absolute asshole he was.
Nevertheless, when you got invited to a house party hosted by him, you decided to go, encouraged or rather pressured by your friends. You had just finished your last week of exams and thought that you deserved to unwind a little and you just guessed that you could avoid him as this was going to be a big party anyway. You’d probably just hang out and down shots with your girls in the backyard or something, you figured.
You threw on your cutest outfit, and hopped into your girlfriend’s car to the party. The moment you stepped into the house, you realized that Sukuna’s bum ass did have some motion. His house was huge and could fit twice the amount of people than any other house party. You immediately saw this as a blessing in disguise because you thought that you could dodge all the annoying niggas if you held on tight to your friends who seemed to know the place better than you.
Unfortunately, this was too good to be true.
“I know that ain’t who I think it is” your ears perked up when a guy approached you as you tried to grab a couple of bottles while your friend took care of the cups. You turned around, already frowning just for your annoyed expression to be turn into a confused one.
“Mahito?” You raised an eyebrow, uncertainty laced your voice trying to remember this guy’s name.
“Wow, you gon forget my name like we wasn’t fucking with each other all winter?” He laughed and you almost dropped the bottles in embarrassment since this nigga wanted to talk loud as hell, like he could literally be heard over the music blasting through the house.
“Wha-” you stammered trying to figure out what to say. You remembered him because you did talk to him a little during winter break but otherwise the two of you had never linked so what the hell was he trying to do in front of all these people right the fuck now ?
“Babe, let’s go” your friend grabbed your arm to pull you out of the kitchen when she realized what was going on but another, even stronger force pulled you back in “Hey!” she shouted when she saw the intense grip he had on your arm, causing you to wince at the unexpected pressure.
“Nah, where the hell you think you’re going?” He looked angry and frankly for him to behave like this in front of hella people had your heart beating out of your chest in fear.
“Yo” in the split of a second, your arm had been released from that dude’s hand and he was pressed up against the fridge “are you crazy ?” all you could see was a 6’4 stature standing in front of you, his broad back turned to you as he pressed Mahito who was now mumbling about some he was just joking and shit.
“Babe..you good?” your friend grabbed you by the shoulder to pull you in closer and comfort you. Strangely, all those people staring at you either like you were a hoe or some fragile china had you feeling sick.
“Yeah..uhm-I just needa go to the bathroom real quick” you swiftly released yourself from her arms and before she could even say anything you were speed walking up some stairs and opened the first door you saw when you reached the second floor, plopping yourself down on the bed. You didn’t feel like crying or anything but you really just needed a moment for yourself to regroup and try to even understand what had transpired in the last 10 minutes. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, taking a mental note of how bad some niggas could embarrass you when given a chance.
Your eyes snapped open when you heard the door to the bedroom open, a familiar face popping inside, leaning back against the door until it closed “Not you crying at a party” Sukuna’s deep voice effortlessly resonated in the room, his steps heavy as he walked up to you, planting himself right in front of you. You slowly lifted your head to look up at him.
“Do you see tears, dumb ass ?” You kissed your teeth. You were already annoyed and you didn’t need his bullshit on top of it.
Sukuna grinned, his hand slowly reaching over and gently placing its under you chin “Nah~, but I’d like to” he licked his pink lips, analyzing your face illuminated by the soft moonlight entering from the window. You furrowed your eyebrows and promptly slapped his hand off your face “This how you treat the guy who saved you from that lame?” The pink haired man shook his head in disapproval.
“Saved me..” your mouth slightly fell agape as flashes from the altercation came back to you. Sukuna’s tattooed arm grabbing Mahito’s and his black fitted tee enhancing his muscles as he slammed him against the silver fridge “Oh..”. Shit, he was the one who saved you while every other nigga in there was too pussy to do sum.
“Yeah-oh” he laughed in your face, per usual. You could only role your eyes in despair, just hoping for him to go on about his life. “Honestly, I’m disappointed that a bum like him got a taste before me” for a second there you thought that you were dreaming and this was the crazy part that would have you jumping out of your bed in a cold sweat but lo and behold this was real life and he had just said that shot for real “I excepted better from you, y/n” the tone in his voice had change, from mockery to a more serious one.
“And that better is you?” You smugly answered
“Might be” he slightly tilted his head, his foxy eyes staring into your soul like never before and that fucking smirk, it was having its effect on you. Sukuna was..attractive. You couldn’t deny it and he had this aura about him that just drew you to him and tonight, it was working its magic in you. Maybe it was the alcohol, at least that was the excuse you were going to use to justify what was going to happen right now, but you wanted him, bad.
“‘Kuna..” you’re voice came out shy, it was unusual coming from you and the way you had so sweetly called out his name, Sukuna knew that this was the beginning of the end.
He chuckled, placing his hand once again under your jawline,his thumb laying flat on your chin and forcing your mouth open “Wanna see those cute tears of yours” he said, tugging down at his grey Nike joggers until you could see his Calvin boxers. Sukuna could’ve lowered both at once but he wanted to see how much you yearned for him. You knew that and had to swallow your pride, your acrylics going past his waist band and lowering the black underwear until his semi erection sprung out. The glimmer in your eyes as you saw not only how big he was but also how low his tattoos went was just the highlight of the night for him so far.
You got a hold of his base, pulling out your pink to lick at his leaking tip, watching as his dick jumped from the sensation. Sukuna held his moans in as you abused his tip which was his weak spot and no matter how much he held back, it was just to obvious that this was his kryptonite “shit-stop fuckin’ playing” he groaned when you rolled your tongue over his hole, your lips upturned into a grin watching him unfolding before you.
Still, you were playing with the wrong one and you soon found out. Sukuna’s hand snaked to the back of your head and in mere seconds his whole length was down your throat, going past your uvula before it could even trigger your gag reflex “there you go” Sukuna cheesed when he saw two singular tears rolling down your cheeks, pretty red ish eyes looking up at him with a mix of hatred and lust. The man pulled back, and shoved his dick right back down your throat, again and again, enjoying the way you choke and gargle on it, saliva soon coating the whole of it, even dripping down his balls “Oh…fuck!” He moaned as you swirled your tongues around his cock “feels so fucking good” he threw his head back, his Adam’s apple prominent as he swallowed hard. You liked this sight more than you had imagined, he looked so good all whiny and shit. Unfortunately, Sukuna pulled back, snatching your opportunity to have him cum just by head away from you “I need more baby..please” you almost couldn’t believe this 6’4 giant with an earth shaking voice and biceps that could crush a watermelon was…begging you to fuck. You slowly nodded, whipping your saliva from your chin and before you knew it, Sukuna had you laying down on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over his shoulder as he ate you out.
He was greedy with it, slurping you up and rubbing on your clit like you were a meal he didn’t want to share. He was so focused on what he was doing, only guided by the whimpers and sighs that escaped from your lips each time he licked or touch a specific place and in the matter of seconds, he had located all your sweet spots and were abusing them, turning your whimpers into loud moans and cries. His name resonated in the room, mumbled, shouted, used as if it was a curse, he couldn’t get enough of how good you tasted and your sweet voice calling out his name was very much a plus “Kuna! Please” you whined, your fingers hocked to his pink locks in hopes of detaching him from your poor pussy.
“Want my dick baby?” He lifted his head, lips and chin covered in your juices. When you rapidly nodded followed by a multitude of yes, he had no other choice but to give you what you both wanted. Sukuna stood up, towering over you. You impatiently watched as he slipped a condom on, and aligned himself with your dripping hole, as he sinked himself inside, his ridiculously girthy dick stretching your tight walls out, he leaned in until your chests’ were touching, kissing you before you could cry out in protest from the uncomfortable stretch.
It felt nice kissing him, even more with the fact that he was a slow passionate kisser, taking his time as he tasted himself on your lips, slowly thrusting his hips forward until you got used to his size. Your eyes were closed shut, and arms wrapped around his neck as you melted into him, enjoying every pulsating inch of his cock deep inside you. This didn’t feel like someone you hated anymore, the complete opposite even with the way he was fucking you right now, you could fall in love with him “mmh…faster Kuna” you mumbled between the short moments you took to breathe between kisses and the moment you felt Sukuna’s grin against your lips, you realized you may have had made a mistake.
“Whatever you want” Sukuna swiftly removed your arms from around him, siting up and pushing your knees to your chest, giving him a better view of the sopping pussy that had been sucking him so good, the white ring around his base a testament of your greed. Sukuna was careful with his speed increase, starting off with his usual pace and carefully speeding it up until the whole bed was shaking, frantically slamming against the wall while you started speaking in tongues, gripping onto the sheets and digging your nails into his flesh.
“Wait-wait! Suku..!” You couldn’t even produce a proper sentence as his hip thrusts were just so fucking lethal and had your turning into a blabber box of pure pleasure “r-right..there”
“Right here ?” Sukuna licked his lips as he fucked right into your g-spot, a grin on his face when he saw the wind get knocked out of you “Cum for me, pretty” he breathed out, feeling your walls tighten around him. The both of you were close to orgasm and for some reason, Sukuna really wanted for you to cum together.
He leaned in once again, forcing you to open your teary eyes to look at him “come on baby” he groaned and then, it finally hit the both of you. The most ground breaking orgasm you had ever felt just washed over you, your eyes widened as you felt Sukuna’s dick frantically twitching inside your walls. Both of you stopped breathing for a second, enjoying the sweet relief of almost an hour of teasing and fucking. Sukuna felt a warm liquid dripping down his pelvis and he took note that you were a squirter as well.
The pink heard man collapsed on the bed next to you after taking the condom of and throwing it in the closet trashcan he could find. All of a sudden, the music and loud voices from the party downstairs seemed to fill up the second floor as the two of you came back to reality. Still, you stayed incredibly silent, scared to say anything that would ruin this memory, scared that sukuna would go right back to his usual self and make you regret the way you held him so close.
“Don’t think this is a one time thing that we never gonna address again” Sukuna finally spoke up, turning his head ti look at you “I like you even though you’s-” your hand damn near flew on its own to cover his mouth.
“Let’s just keep it that way for now” you smiled, feeling him do the same against your palm.
