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My Senior
(Male x Male reader)
[Warning : no minors allowed , putting cum in drinks, somnophilia, just him being creepy]
Lumi's Note : Hi hi hi hope you enjoy this one! btw should I make a part two of this? If you guys want of course, also! If you want to request a fics or ask, my inbox is open! (Please I need to do something :') ).
Ethan was a freshman year on college in art major, on his walk to his class, Ethan catch of glimpse of you and you are a perfect man he ever seen, you were his senior.
You were kind and polite making his heart pumped, you were his muse, his sketch book is full of you, even a naked sketch, he has a art studio on his apartment and the canvas was all you. He was obsessed about you, his muse, his senior. he just want to touch you, to caress you... fucked you...
Ethan is now in class with his colleague, and the other seniors is here, helping his class with a project, and you were here too. Ethan's heart raced as he saw you walk into the classroom. He tried to focus on the project at hand, but his eyes kept drifting towards you.
He admired your every move, your every gesture. He imagined running his fingers through your hair, tracing the lines of your face, and feeling your body against his.
As the class went on, Ethan watched as you moved about the classroom, helping his classmates with their project. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, his heart racing with each glance.
His heart skipped a beat every time you bent over to explain something to his colleagues. He couldn't help but imagine you in that same position, but his hands gripping your hips. He knew he needed to calm down, but being this close to you was driving him crazy.
As you approached his table, Ethan's hands shook slightly as he tried to maintain his composure. He looked up at you with those doe eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "S-senior... I was having some trouble with this part of the project. Could you... help me?"
You leaned over his desk to look at his work, giving him a view of your back. He swallowed hard as his mind went dirty. "Oh it's like this...." you murmured softly, your face close to his paper.
He could smell your cologne.
feel your breath.
He gets hard.
"Do you get it now?" You asked softly. He snap out from his mind when you ask him and nodded, "Yes, Senior... I got it." He watched you straighten up, his eyes dropping to your backside. He quickly averted his gaze.
As you walked away to help another colleague, Ethan let out a shaky breath. He quickly adjusted his pants under the desk, hoping no one noticed his erection. He tried to calm down, but your scent was still lingering on the air, driving him crazy. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.
Maybe... Maybe! he can ask you help him with his unfinished project at his apartment, Ethan hear that you always help your underclassmen, so it's worth a shot, just thinking about you... You! YOU in his apartment, just alone together.
"Senior..." he called out as when you go to his table again, "I'm struggling with this part actually... Do you have some time tomorrow evening? Would you... would you mind helping me at my apartment? I can make coffee..."
He watched your expression carefully, his heart pounding in his chest. "If it's not too much trouble, of course..." He said to you. The idea seemed risky but perfect, having you alone in his apartment was every part of his twisted fantasy. He tried to appear casual, shrugging lightly as if it was a routine request.
You seemed to consider his request for a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Sure, Ethan. I can come by your apartment after class tomorrow. Just text me the address and the time," you said calmly, writing down his project details with a pen. Ethan's heart raced with excitement and anticipation.
OH YOU! YOU!YOU! GOING TO HIS APARTMENT!!!
As the day wore on, Ethan found it impossible to concentrate. Every time you bent over to help another student, his mind would wander, and he'd have to adjust himself discreetly. He couldn't believe his luck, you were actually going to be in his apartment, alone with Him.
Finally, the class ended. Ethan quickly packed his things, his hands shaking with excitement. He sent you a text with his address and the time 6 PM sharp. He spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning his apartment, making sure everything was perfect for your arrival.
He anxiously paced his living room as the clock approached 6 PM. He had set out his unfinished project prominently, hiding the disturbing artwork of you behind closed doors. Glancing at his reflection in the hallway mirror, he smoothed his hair and straightened his shirt, wanting to look his best.
The there's a knock at the his door. His heart races as he opens it, trying to compose himself. "You're right on time," he says, stepping aside to let you in. As you enter, he closes the door behind you, locking it softly.
He leads you to the living room, gesturing towards the unfinished project spread out on the coffee table. "So, as I mentioned, I'm really struggling with this part," he says, his voice barely hiding his nervousness. He sits down next to you on the couch, intentionally sitting closer than necessary.
"Umm would... would you like something to drink?" he asks smoothly, already moving towards the kitchen. "I have water, soda and coffe..." he trails off. "ah can I have some coffee please? if you have any of course," you reply back to Ethan
At the kitchen he brew the coffee and grab a creamer for him but for you, he will give a special 'creamer' to your coffee. He quickly glances back to ensure you're not looking and takes a moment to adjust himself, unzipping his pants slightly. He put your mug under his cock, and he started to Stroke his cock slowly.
he started to go faster and silently groan, and thinking about you, under him moaning his name pathetically. he's almost there, his hand moving faster and faster as he can't wait you to drink his creation. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his cock throbbing in his hand. Suddenly, he cums hard, shooting thick ropes of cum into your coffee mug.
He catches his breath, wiping his hand on his pants. He stirs the coffee mug thoroughly, making sure his cum is well mixed in. He carries the two mugs back to the living room, acting casual as he sits down next to you, handing you your coffee.
You take a sip of the coffee, oblivious to what he done to yout coffee. Ethan watches you intently, his eyes flickering with a dark satisfaction as he sees you drink his seed. He takes a sip of his own coffee, trying to act normal. "Is the coffee okay?"
You nod, taking another sip. "It's good, thanks," you say, completely unaware of his sickening act. He smiles, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. "I'm glad you like it" he replies, his eyes never leaving your lips as you drink from the mug.
As the two of you work on the project, Ethan can't help but steal glances at you, his mind filled with dark and twisted thoughts. Every time you take a sip of your coffee, he feels a surge of power and satisfaction.
Ethan leans back, exhaling with relief as the project is finally completed. He glances at your now empty coffee mug with a secret smirk, proud of his subtle yet deviant success. "All done!" You says, Ethan look at you, his heart races with the thrill of what he's done.
He stands up, stretching his arms above his head,he walks over to the kitchen, rinsing out the coffee mugs. As he turns around, he catches you yawning and rubbing your eyes. "Tired?" "Yeah... I should go home now, but it's kinda late... , I don't know if the bus is out now" you reply.
Ethan's eyes light up at your words, barely concealing his delight. He glances at the clock, nodding slowly. "Actually, the last bus left over an hour ago. You're probably stuck here tonight,"
He walks back into the living room, leaning against the doorway"You can sleep in the guest room if you want. It's late, and it wouldn't be safe for you to try and find a ride home now."
"Ah really? I don't want to burden you..." you said to Ethan, He waves his hand dismissively, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "It's no burden at all. Really." He moves closer to you, "Besides, I have extra blankets and pillows. The guest room's pretty comfortable."
You yawn again, your body feeling suddenly heavy and tired. "Okay... You're sure it's no trouble?" You ask sleepily. Ethan watches you intently, noting your tired movements. "No trouble at all," He assures you, his mind buzzing with dark thoughts.
Hours later, as silence settles over the darkened apartment, Ethan slowly opens the guest room door. He peers in at your sleeping form, a glint of madness in his eyes. Stealthily, he approaches the bed, hovering over you. His breathing grows heavy as he watches your chest rise and fall.
With a wicked smirk, Ethan gently moves the blanket covering you, exposing your sleeping form. His eyes roam hungrily over your body, pausing at your neck. He leans closer, inhaling your scent deeply, a shudder of twisted desire running through him knowing you're helplessly asleep.
Ethan's heart pounds in his chest as he watches your peaceful face, his twisted thoughts racing. Without a second thought, he leans down and presses his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. He backs away quickly, shocked at his own boldness, yet unable to wipe the satisfied smile from his face.
His eyes gleam with excitement as he leans back in, pressing his lips against yours once again. This time, his kiss is not as gentle as the first time. He kissed you passionately, his fingers trailing down your neck and collarbone, exploring your sleeping form with his greedy hands.
You unconsciously part your lips slightly, allowing him deeper access. He growls softly, taking full advantage and pushing his tongue inside your mouth. He kisses you deeply, his hands sliding down your sides, your hips. He hoovers over you.
Ethan breaks the kiss, panting heavily. His eyes are wild with lust and madness as he stares down at your helpless form. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, a dark chuckle escaping him. "You taste even better than I imagined,"
His breath hitches as he releases himself from his pants, his large, hard length springing free. He wraps his fingers around himself tightly, stroking himself furiously as he looks down at your face. He bites his lip, stifling a groan as he pleasures himself to the sight of you. His eyes roam over your body, imagining all the things he wants to do to you. He increases his pace, his breathing growing ragged. He's close, so close... .
He's panting now, his face contorted with pleasure as he looks down at your sleeping form. He's so close to the edge, he can feel it building. He reaches out and touches your face gently with his free hand, his thumb brushing your cheek as he jerks off faster.
"Fuck!" He silently curse, His finger traces your lips gently as he finally reaches his release, hot liquid spurting out onto your sleeping face. He pants heavily, his chest heaving as he looks down at his handiwork, his seed dripping down your cheeks and lips.
He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes wide with amazement and satisfaction, before finally stuffing himself back into his pants. He hesitates for a moment, debating whether to wipe the mess off your face or not.
With a heavy sigh of reluctance, Ethan pulls a handheld towel from his pocket and gently dabs at your face, cleaning off the evidence of his dark deed. He takes care not to wake you, his movements precise yet reluctant. "Such a shame," he murmurs under his breath.
He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes taking in every inch of your sleeping face. He leans down one last time, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before backing away and disappearing into the shadows. "Until next time," he whispers before slipping out of the room and disappearing into the night.
In the morning you woke up, sleeping well in the guest room, your stomach growls in hungry for food, you slowly walk out of the room and go to the kitchen and see Ethan makes breakfast. As you enter the kitchen, you're greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and the sizzle of bacon. Ethan is busy preparing breakfast, humming softly to himself.
He turns to greet you with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. After eating breakfast you ask Ethan to join you go to college together, just the two of you.
"Sure," Ethan grins, grabbing his bag. He watches you intently as you get ready, his eyes darkening slightly as you bend over to tie your shoes, giving him a perfect view of your backside. He swallows hard. adjusting himself. calm himself and he walks with you to the bus.
During the bus ride, Ethan keeps the conversation light and engaging. He asks about your classes, your interests, and even shares some of his own experiences as a senior. His charm is on full display, making you feel comfortable and at ease.
As you arrive at college, Ethan walks you to your first class, his hand lightly touching your back. He waits until you're inside before turning to leave, but not before glancing back at you with a smile that sends a shiver down your spine. "See you later,"
He watches as you disappear into the classroom, his heart fluttering in his chest. He can't believe how close he is to having you all to himself. He spends the day attending his classes, but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you.
Maybe in his next plan he'll have you stay permanently in his apartment. And be his finally. until next time now... My dear senior...
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coming back on here 2 say this
fuck I.C.E
fuck tr*mp
fuck ep*tein
fuck shitrael
fuck sexism
fuck k*rk
fuck pro-life
fuck white supremacy
fuck racism
everything is political.
no one is illegal on stolen land
arrest everyone mentioned in the files
i love immigrants
free palestine, cogo, venezuela, etc
abortion is healthcare
blame the predator, not the victims clothes.
no uterus no opinion
love is love
trans woman = woman
trans man = man
mental health matters
all addictions matter
coming back on here 2 say this
fuck I.C.E
fuck tr*mp
fuck ep*tein
fuck shitrael
fuck sexism
fuck k*rk
fuck pro-life
fuck white supremacy
fuck racism
everything is political.
no one is illegal on stolen land
arrest everyone mentioned in the files
i love immigrants
free palestine, cogo, venezuela, etc
abortion is healthcare
blame the predator, not the victims clothes.
no uterus no opinion
love is love
trans woman = woman
trans man = man
mental health matters
all addictions matter
coming back on here 2 say this
fuck I.C.E
fuck tr*mp
fuck ep*tein
fuck shitrael
fuck sexism
fuck k*rk
fuck pro-life
fuck white supremacy
fuck racism
everything is political.
no one is illegal on stolen land
arrest everyone mentioned in the files
i love immigrants
free palestine, cogo, venezuela, etc
abortion is healthcare
blame the predator, not the victims clothes.
no uterus no opinion
love is love
trans woman = woman
trans man = man
mental health matters
all addictions matter
Am I good enough?...// Changbin x male reader
Synopsis: Changbin is hopelessly in love with a boy from his Chem class. He's smart, pretty, and really kind. But for some reason, Changbins friends dont like this boy. Changbin ignored them and kept rrying to be m/n's friend until he saw something he shouldn't have.
Type: One-Shot (1,206 words)
Genre(s): ❣️,🫂(check pinned post for guide)
Extra Notes: reminder that 🪐 stands for m/n!!
Story under the cut!!
Changbin wasn’t supposed to fall for him. At least, that’s what his friends said.
🪐 sat at the back of their Chemistry lab, right next to the window, the kind of seat that always caught sunlight. And maybe that’s why Changbin kept glancing that way. The boy’s hair glowed soft gold under the light, his sleeves always just a little too long for his hands, and he had that quiet brilliance that made every teacher smile when he spoke.
“Why do you keep staring?” Jisung muttered one day, scribbling in his notebook.
“I’m just paying attention,” Changbin defended, though his ears turned pink.
“Sure,” Jisung said. “To him.”
The others laughed. But Changbin didn’t care- not really. 🪐 was kind to everyone, the type who lent out pens without being asked, who smiled when people bumped into him in the hallway. When Changbin’s experiment went up in smoke that one disastrous Thursday, 🪐 was the one who rushed over with a towel and made sure he wasn’t burned.
That’s how it started.
“Are you okay?” 🪐 had asked, concerned eyes so close Changbin forgot how to speak for a second.
“Yeah, yeah- I’m good. Just… testing the limits of chemistry,” Changbin had joked, and 🪐 laughed, soft and bright, like the sound of glass clinking gently.
From then on, they worked together sometimes. Exchange of notes in the middle of class, quick waves in the hallway, little conversations that lingered too long.
And every day, Changbin fell a bit deeper.
At lunch, his friends would tease him endlessly.
“I don’t get why you like that guy,” Seungmin said, stabbing his tray with his fork. “He’s weird.”
“He’s not weird,” Changbin shot back. “He’s just quiet.”
“Quiet and sketchy,” Jisung added. “Did you know he leaves school early sometimes? Like during fourth period? People said they saw bruises on his neck last week.”
Changbin frowned. “That’s not funny.”
“It’s not a joke,” Jisung said, shrugging. “Just saying.”
Still, Changbin refused to believe it. 🪐 didn’t look like someone who did anything wrong. He smiled at teachers, he held the lab doors open, he was good. Too good, maybe.
So when Changbin saw him after school one day, sitting alone near the track, he didn’t hesitate to walk over.
“Hey,” he greeted, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.”
🪐 looked up, blinking out of thought. “Oh hey, Changbin. Yeah, just… waiting for someone, I guess.”
“Mind if I wait with you?”
The boy smiled faintly. “Not at all.”
For a while, they just sat there, watching the sunset paint the clouds in streaks of orange and pink. The kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward, it just existed like background warmth.
“So,” Changbin said finally, “your friends ditched you?”
🪐 chuckled. “If I had any, yeah.”
“Hey, you’ve got me.”
That earned him another smile. And for a split second, Changbin swore he saw light flicker behind 🪐’s eyes again- something genuine and grateful.
The next few weeks blurred into a pattern of comfortable chaos- shared jokes over chemical formulas, 🪐 passing notes folded into tiny stars, and Changbin pretending not to notice how his heart jumped every time their hands brushed.
He told himself he was fine being just friends.
But then came that Friday afternoon.
Changbin had stayed after class to grab his forgotten notebook. The halls were empty, quiet except for distant chatter. As he turned the corner near the back stairwell, he stopped.
🪐 was standing there- cornered.
A tall man, maybe a few years older, loomed over him, gripping his wrist hard enough that it turned pale.
“Please,” 🪐 whispered. His voice trembled. “I said I don’t have it right now- just give me a few days-”
“Don’t lie to me,” the man hissed. Changbin’s gut twisted. “You think you can keep running?”
Changbin didn’t think. He just moved.
“Hey!” he barked, his voice echoing down the hall. “Let him go!”
The man flinched, releasing 🪐 long enough for him to stumble back. Before either could say more, the stranger shoved past Changbin and disappeared through the exit door. The slam echoed like thunder.
“Are you okay?” Changbin rushed over, his hands hovering uncertainly.
🪐 nodded too quickly, still shaking. “Y-yeah, it’s fine. You shouldn’t have… seen that.”
“What was that? Who was that?”
“It’s nothing,” 🪐 said softly, pulling down his sleeve when Changbin’s eyes caught the fresh bruise forming. “Just a mistake.”
Changbin frowned. “That didn’t look like nothing.”
“Please, Changbin,” 🪐 said, voice breaking this time. “Just forget it, okay? Pretend it didn’t happen.”
There was fear in his tone. Not cold or secretive, but desperate. And Changbin realized this wasn’t about him not trusting; it was about him trying to survive.
He didn’t push further.
Instead, he sat beside him on the floor, their shoulders touching lightly. The silence stretched again, heavy but safe.
After a while, 🪐 whispered, “Why’d you help me?”
“Because you’d do the same,” Changbin said simply. “And because I like you, okay? And not in a weird way, you just… make things feel less messy.”
🪐 looked at him, startled, then laughed weakly. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Yeah,” Changbin said with a grin. “But I’m your idiot now.”
🪐 blinked, and the corner of his lips lifted properly for the first time that day.
The next Monday, their classmates noticed something different.
Changbin still looked at 🪐 like the sun rose for him, but now 🪐 actually looked back. He’d wave, sometimes even sit closer than before. And once, during a lab exercise, he leaned closer and whispered, “Hey, I brought your favorite snacks for break.”
Changbin nearly dropped his beaker. “You.. how did you know?”
“I pay attention,” 🪐 said, grinning wide. “Now focus before you blow us up again.”
The teasing tone was enough to make Jisung nudge Seungmin later. “Guess he finally got through to that weird kid,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” Seungmin replied softly. “And maybe that’s a good thing.”
One evening, as they packed their bags after class, 🪐 stopped by the door.
“Hey, Changbin?”
“Yeah?”
“That day,” he said quietly, “when I told you to forget about it… thanks for not listening.”
Changbin smiled and reached out to nudge his shoulder gently. “You don’t have to thank me. Just don’t disappear again, okay?”
🪐 nodded. “Deal.”
And when they walked out together, the sunset wasn’t just golden anymore- it felt alive, as if the world itself had started humming softly again.
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Your voice... // Hyunlix
Synopsis: For as long as hyunjin can remember, his soulmate was always singing. His voice was angelic, and Hyunjin loved it. He would gush on about his soulmate to his friends, but they all teased him. It was only until Hyunjin bumped into a man on the street that Hyunjin realized his soulmate had stopped singing, and why.
Type: One-Shot (699 words)
Genre(s): 🫂, 🍂(check pinned post for key)
Extra Notes: quick mention!! This does have mentions of child abuse on Felix's end, so if anything here makes you uncomfortable please feel free to keep scrolling!
Another quick mention, some stories will be slightly based off of personal experiences :)
Happy reading!
Story under the cut!!
For as long as Hyunjin could remember, his soulmate had always been singing. The soft hums drifted through his mind like sunlight through a curtain; warm, steady, and familiar. It was a voice that carried him through sleepless nights and rainy mornings, the kind that made the world feel a little less lonely.
Hyunjin loved that voice. He’d talk about it constantly to his friends, describing its tone and the way certain notes shimmered like glass. His friends would tease him, rolling their eyes whenever he gushed about someone he hadn’t even met. But that didn’t matter, Hyunjin didn’t need a name or a face to know he loved his soulmate. The song itself was proof enough.
Then, one morning, the music stopped.
It was so sudden that Hyunjin froze mid-step on his way to school. The silence wasn’t just quiet- it was wrong, like someone had pulled the world’s rhythm away. He tried humming back, hoping to feel that familiar resonance, but there was nothing. Hours turned to days, days to weeks, and still no voice. The empty space it left behind hurt worse than he expected.
Months later, Hyunjin was rushing downtown when he bumped into someone. He was a boy with tired eyes and a soft, startled apology. The moment their hands brushed, something inside Hyunjin clicked. The world snapped into focus. Memories, shared emotions, songs- all of it flooded his chest like a heartbeat.
But when their eyes met, Hyunjin realized why the voice had fallen silent. The boy, his soulmate, looked broken. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and beneath his long sleeves, Hyunjin swore he saw faint bruises near his wrist.
Hyunjin blinked hard after bumping into the stranger, the jolt sending a shock through his whole body. “Oh my gosh, I—I’m so sorry!” he stammered, bending to pick up the stranger’s dropped notebook.
“No, it’s okay,” the man said, his voice quiet, hoarse even, like someone who hadn’t used it in a while.
When Hyunjin handed the notebook back, their fingers brushed, and that familiar pull hit him. Like a note he’d almost forgotten how to hum.
“Wait,” Hyunjin whispered. “You’re… you’re the one who—”
The man looked confused, almost scared. “What do you mean?”
“Your voice,” Hyunjin breathed. “You used to sing.”
A flicker of pain crossed the man’s face. “yes... used to.”
They ended up sitting at a small café nearby, the quiet hum of the city filling the space between them. Hyunjin talked more than he should have- about art, about silly things his friends said- and Felix (that’s what he said his name was, eventually) listened with a soft smile that never went away.
When Hyunjin laughed, Felix tried to echo it. But his laughter always stopped halfway, catching in his throat.
“You okay?” Hyunjin asked gently when Felix rubbed at his wrist absentmindedly.
“Yeah,” Felix said quickly, tugging down his sleeve. “Just tired.”
Hyunjin wanted to believe him. He did. But the way Felix avoided his eyes told a story the words couldn’t. And when Hyunjin caught him humming under his breath- barely audible, cracked and trembling- he realized that some songs don’t stop because they’re over.
That night, alone in his room, Hyunjin finally understood. His soulmate had stopped singing not because the bond had faded… but because life had taken his voice away.
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Always Black Cats and Bitter Coffee Materialist
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Synopsis: Minho absolutely hated this, having to see his soulmate's emotions in the form of a color on his skin. He hated the fact that for the past two years, all bright colors had drained from his skin, leaving only the darkest, most dreadful colors Minho could think of. Being paired with his friends and some strangers for a school showcase wasn't so bad until he found out the cute senior was his soulmate, and his brain exploded in 100,000 different pieces. He wants to talk to him. He wants to spend time with him, but how is he supposed to do that when his soulmate only interacts with 3 people on the team? Oh, he knows. He could go to his soulmate work! Nope, this only causes him rage - seriously, what is up with rude customers and flirty coworkers? It seems like everything is thwarting all Minho's efforts to get close to the love of his life. From obsessive exes to a secret backstory, Minho can't even begin to comprehend how he is supposed to do this?
📞 = text | 🖊 = written
Asher speaks: Y/n is referred to as Blue by most of his friends, but is referred to as Azure [Zu, zuzu, Azu] by Song Mingi and Jung Yunho. Ignore any and all refrences to time[like on twt] unless specified that they are important
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Chapters:
🔷️Chapter 1: New assighnment
🔹️Too distressed📞
🔹️Seperation anxiety📞
🔹️great minds📞
🔹️with cat's and coffee📞
🔹️who to stalk📞
🔷️ Chapter 2: That weekend
🔹️night of writing🖊
🔹️Y/n?📞
🔹️friday night bbq📞🖊
🔹️fight📞
🔹️whipped📞
🔷️ Chapter 3: Sunday
🔹️5a.m📞
🔹️fess up📞
🔹️call & a movie📞
🔹️pretty📞
🔹️ I know a guy📞
🔹️love cat theory📞
🔷️ Chapter 4: Learning a lot this week
🔹️paraniod📞
🔹️Yellow:)📞
🔹️🩵1️⃣🍑 📞
🔹️It's just not right📞
🔹️the others???📞
🔹️ MatZ📞
🔹️ Husbands📞
🔹️ Bonus - glad to have met you📞
🔷️ Chapter 5: Pink is a trauma inducing color
🔹️I've found you📞🖋
🔹️Sanni🖋📞
🔹️If I hurt Blue...📞
🔹️down horrendously 📞
🔹️ Ateez 📞
🔷️ Chapter 6: Yippeeeee
🔹️Im not jealous😁📞
🔹️moves???📞
🔹️boy toy🖋
🔹️Finale📞🖋
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orgasm.exe [ choi soobin ]
who knew that soobin had a big brain and an even bigger surprise?
❛ content 3.8k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, power bottom! male reader, big dick virgin! soobin, nerdy dirty talk, pathetic nerd! soobin, unprotected sex (p in a), praise kink, size kink, soobin talks a looot during it, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, creampie, aftercare, requested here!
you didn’t expect the campus library’s most reclusive, awkward math genius to have a voice that soft.
“i brought the notes,” he mumbled, holding up a neat binder like a peace offering. his long fingers gripped it too tightly, knuckles pale. “sorry i’m late. i—i was recalculating the sample sizes in the… ah, anyway. hi.”
choi soobin.
the guy who never made eye contact with anyone unless forced. always sitting in the back row, muttering answers under his breath that were always annoyingly right. you’d caught him staring at you in lectures a few times — like full on, wide eyed, glasses slipping down his nose, inhaling your soul kind of staring — but he always looked away like he’d been caught watching porn in public.
and now, here he was. standing in the doorway of your dorm room, two textbooks under one arm, a thick bulge in his jeans he clearly didn’t know how to hide, and that same look on his face.
like his body couldn’t decide if it was devotion or panic making his stomach flip.
you stepped aside to let him in.
“make yourself comfortable.”
soobin hesitated.
his eyes did a full scan of your room — bookshelf, unmade bed, pair of briefs on the floor — and his ears immediately flushed pink. still, he nodded, set his things on your desk, and sat in the desk chair like it was a job interview. posture rigid. shoulders hunched to make himself smaller. legs spread too wide because… well. because he was too tall to sit normally in anything.
you couldn’t help it — you smiled.
“you ever been in someone else’s dorm before?” you teased lightly.
he blinked behind his glasses. “no.”
“no?”
he shook his head. “never got invited.”
you leaned against the edge of the desk, close enough that your thigh nearly brushed his knee.
“so i’m your first?”
soobin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“in… in a way, yes.”
that look was back again — staring up at you like you were made of fire. like he couldn’t decide whether to run or reach out and touch.
god, he was so awkward. and sweet. and kind of unbelievably hot in that tall, twitchy, no social skills kind of way. you let the silence stretch for a moment. watched how his eyes kept flicking to your mouth, then down, then back up like he was doing mental calculations.
you decided to cut the tension. “you really been staring at me all semester just to help me pass stats?”
soobin looked mortified.
“i—what?! i wasn’t—i mean, i was, but not like—it’s not just that, i just—”
you raised a brow, smirking. “relax, genius. i’m flattered.”
“…you are?”
“mmh,” you leaned in, voice dropping just a little. “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
his breath hitched. visibly. like his brain short-circuited.
“i—you’re extremely—i mean statistically—wait no, i meant subjectively—” he stopped himself, cheeks going pink. “sorry. i talk too much when i’m… you know.”
“turned on?”
soobin looked like his bones had given up and the chair was the only thing keeping him upright.
“i think i like when you talk too much.”
he didn’t move. just watched, pupils dilated, chest rising and falling shallowly beneath his sweater vest. he had no idea what to do with his hands, which made you grin as you stepped between his knees.
he froze when your hand touched his thigh.
“wait—” he breathed.
“you okay?” you asked, instantly softening. “i can stop. i want you to tell me if anything feels off.”
“no! i mean—no, don’t stop,” soobin said quickly, voice high and cracking. “i’ve just… i’ve never… i haven’t—ever done anything.”
you nodded. “i figured.”
“is that—bad?”
you tilted your head, brushing your fingers along the edge of his jaw. “why would that be bad?”
“i don’t know,” he said quietly. “you’re… you seem like you know what you’re doing. and i—i don’t. not even a little bit. i’m probably gonna be terrible and come in like thirty seconds and say something stupid about newton’s laws of motion and ruin the whole thing.”
you huffed a laugh. “well, now i kind of want you to say something about newton’s laws of motion while you’re inside me.”
soobin’s whole soul left his body.
you stepped closer, gently guiding his hand to your waist. “you’re not going to ruin anything. you’re adorable. you’re hot. and i want you.”
he blinked up at you like he couldn’t believe this was real. like any moment, he was going to wake up alone in his bed with a hard-on and the smell of his own hand lotion.
but it was real. you were straddling his lap now, and you could feel it — so thick, so hot, so big under his jeans, pressing between your legs like a damn secret weapon. you gasped a little as it shifted under you.
“…god,” you whispered.
“i’m—sorry?”
you leaned in close, lips just at his ear. “why didn’t you tell me you were big?”
“i—what?” he squeaked.
you rolled your hips slowly against it. “that’s not normal big. that’s fuck-me-up big.”
soobin whimpered. whimpered.
“i read online that size doesn’t correlate with pleasure,” he blurted, voice desperate. “but i—i can do angles! i’ve read about—about pressure points! i know about the anterior wall, and—and—”
you kissed him.
not just to shut him up. though that was part of it.
you kissed him because his lips were full and trembling and begging for it. because he deserved to feel something other than nerves buzzing through him. because no one had ever kissed him like he was worth losing control over, and fuck, he was.
soobin gasped against your mouth like it shorted his circuits. like he’d only ever imagined this behind closed doors, in the quiet dark, with his hand on his cock and your name on his tongue.
his hands finally settled on your hips. gentle. awkward. like he was afraid of squeezing too hard, like you’d shatter. you deepened the kiss, rocking into him a little more, grinding deliberately on that massive bulge straining against his jeans.
he groaned into your mouth.
“i—” soobin gasped, breaking the kiss, his lips already flushed and wet. “i need to—oh my god—i think i’m gonna come—”
you smiled, panting softly against his mouth. “not yet. you’re gonna come inside me.”
his head dropped back against the chair like he’d been electrocuted. just that. just the promise of being inside you. his hips twitched involuntarily and the moan that left him was so guttural it made your stomach clench.
you leaned in close, whispering right against his throat.
“i’m gonna ride you until your brain falls out of your ears, soobin.”
he whimpered again. actually whimpered. arms limp at his sides like he couldn’t figure out how to move his own body. you kissed his jaw, then the corner of his mouth, slow and sweet.
“but you need to give me a second. gotta get myself ready for this.”
“r-ready?”
you moved off his lap, grabbing your lube from the drawer like it was just another night. but it wasn’t.
soobin was still panting, hard as fuck in his jeans, eyes locked to you like you were pulling the sun out of the sky. you climbed up onto your bed, knees spread as you pushed down your sweats and underwear in one single movement, letting your bare skin meet the cold sheets.
you met his gaze as you slicked your fingers.
he made a broken sound in his chest.
you smirked. “watch.”
and fuck, he did.
he watched like he’d never seen anything before. wide eyes, mouth open, fists clenched on his thighs.
you brought your fingers to your entrance, slow, teasing the rim with gentle pressure. a soft sigh slipped from you as you eased in the first knuckle. the burn was familiar, the stretch routine — but the way soobin was staring like you’d just parted the gates of heaven?
that was new.
“s-should i be helping?” he whispered, breathless.
“just sit there,” you breathed, adding more lube. “and think about how lucky you are.”
soobin made a sound like a gasped prayer. “i’m the luckiest man alive.”
you snorted, pressing the second finger in.
“holy—fuck, that’s so—beautiful,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “you’re stretching yourself open for me—me—”
you moaned, rolling your hips just slightly against your fingers, and his breath hitched like he’d been punched.
“i don’t—i don’t think i can—” soobin choked, grabbing at himself over his jeans with an urgency that was almost painful. “i’m gonna—oh god, fuck, i’m gonna come—”
you looked over just in time to see him jerk violently in the chair, hips snapping once, jaw going slack as he came untouched in his pants — loud, like something sacred had been ripped out of him. he moaned your name like he needed it to stay alive, biting down on his fist to muffle it, his thighs trembling under him.
you couldn’t stop the slow smirk that curled on your lips.
“wow.”
“i—” he gasped, face flushed, hair a mess, glasses skewed on his nose. “i’m—i’m so sorry—i didn’t mean to, i just—”
“you came just from watching me prep?” you tilted your head, biting your lip. “that’s hot.”
he looked like he was suffering. “but i—i wanted to—inside—i didn’t mean to—”
“relax, baby,” you murmured, reaching for him again. “you’ve got more in you. right?”
soobin moaned just from the nickname. moaned. and when you knelt between his knees again and started undoing his jeans, he looked like he was about to cry from gratitude.
you tugged them down, and your breath caught.
“…holy shit.”
soobin’s cock flopped free, half-soft and already twitching to get hard again.
it was big. way too big. heavy and flushed and thick even while soft. thick enough that you weren’t sure how the hell you were going to take all of it, even after prepping.
“no way you were walking around campus with this monster between your legs,” you muttered, almost reverently. “no wonder you’re so awkward. you’ve been hiding a weapon.”
soobin flushed all the way down to his collarbones. “i—it’s not— is it bad?”
“bad? soobin, it’s a miracle i’m not on my knees worshipping it right now.”
“i—i wouldn’t mind— i mean—”
you shot him a look, and he let out a tiny squeak, abruptly silencing himself.
“lay down,” you said, voice low, eyes never leaving his cock. “on the bed. i need to ride this thing before i lose my mind.”
he moved like his limbs didn’t belong to him, clambering up onto your bed with shaky hands and eyes wide, like he didn’t believe any of this was real.
his cock bobbed up fully hard again, heavy against his stomach. your mouth actually watered.
you climbed over him, settling with your knees on either side of his hips, and reached between you to guide the tip to your entrance. just resting it there was enough to make you gasp. soobin was shaking.
“w-wait,” he stammered. “what if i hurt you?”
you leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. “you won’t. i want this. i want you.”
he moaned into the kiss, hands already grasping your hips like he couldn’t stop himself. you braced yourself, breathed deep, and started to sink down.
the stretch was unreal.
your mouth fell open, a strangled sound coming out as the blunt head of his cock pushed past your rim. the burn was immediate, intense. your body strained, trembling, trying to take him.
soobin was already gasping under you. “oh—fuck—you’re—you’re so—tight—are you okay?”
you nodded through gritted teeth. “y-yeah—just give me—fuck, soobin, you’re huge—”
“i’m sorry!”
“no—don’t you dare apologize.”
you forced yourself to breathe through it, relaxing bit by bit as you slid down inch by inch. his cock felt like it was punching up into your guts, thick and hot and impossible. you swore you could feel every vein, every twitch of his nerves through your walls.
soobin was losing his mind.
“y-you’re—taking me so well—how are you—god, you’re so perfect—you’re squeezing me so tight—i can’t—i can’t think—”
“you’re in so deep already—fuck, you’re ruining me—” you gasped, dropping lower with each word. “no one’s ever filled me like this—”
that set something off in him.
his grip on your hips tightened as he moaned, desperate and overwhelmed. “no one? no one’s ever—been this deep? you—you’re mine—mine—i’m the first to touch you like this?”
you were fully seated now, chest heaving, your walls fluttering around him, clenching hard as your body adjusted to the pressure. you leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, eyes fluttering.
“you’re fucking perfect,” you whispered. “so big, soobin, you’re stretching me open, you’re in my stomach—”
soobin let out a raw, high-pitched sound.
“i’m gonna die,” he whimpered. “i’m gonna die, and this is how i want to go—inside you—buried in you—”
you laughed breathlessly, rolling your hips experimentally. he arched off the bed, cock hitting something inside you that made your whole body spasm.
“oh—fuck—do that again,” you gasped.
“i—what did i do?—i need to do it again—i want to make you feel good—so good—”
you started to move, grinding slow and deep, dragging yourself up his length and then dropping down again, watching his jaw fall open, watching his whole face twist in pleasure.
“f-fuck—you’re so sensitive,” you moaned, bouncing slowly. “every little squeeze makes you whimper like a fucking virgin—”
“i am—” he gasped. “you’re my first—only— i never wanted anyone else—only you—”
god. his voice. the way he talked during sex — fast and nerdy and desperate, like he was rattling off theorems while losing his mind.
“i’m gonna make you feel so good,” he panted. “i know the angles—oh my god— i studied. watched videos—i read so many—so many forums. i wanted to be good for you—just for you—”
you moaned out loud, hips snapping faster, your cock bobbing untouched between you. the rhythm was too perfect. every time you came down, he bottomed out inside you, hitting so deep it felt like you were going to see stars.
“soobin,” you gasped. “you’re—fucking me so good—this is insane—you’re a goddamn natural—”
soobin whimpered so loud, like he’d just been told he won a nobel prize.
“i—i am?” he breathed.
“you’re splitting me open with this monster cock—fucking me so deep—you’re so good, soobin, fuck, you’re so good at this—”
“i love you,” he blurted.
you froze, breath caught in your throat, your thighs trembling around his hips, still so full of his cock you could feel it in your chest.
soobin’s face went pale like he’d just told a calculus joke in the wrong room. “i—i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to say it—i mean i did—but i wasn’t trying to pressure you or ruin this or make it weird, it just—came out—”
you grabbed his jaw with both hands, kissed him hard, and whispered against his lips :
“say it again while i come on your cock.”
he gasped like he couldn’t breathe. “i love you.”
you started to ride him again — so hard, so fast, now reckless — and the noise he made was somewhere between a sob and a scream.
“i love you,” he choked. “i love you, you’re so perfect, you’re—god, you feel so good—i wanna live in you—”
you moaned, grinding deep, his cock hitting your prostate so perfectly that your vision blurred.
“i’ve never—fuck—never felt this before,” you whimpered, bracing your hands on his chest. “you’re fucking ruining me, soobin—your cock is splitting me open—i can’t—”
soobin looked like he was about to cry. “y-you’re gonna make me cum again—please—please let me cum inside, i need to, i need to—”
you slammed down hard, clenching tight around him.
“do it—fill me up, soobin—wanna feel you spill inside me—wanna feel your cum drip out while you keep me full—”
he lost it.
with a sound like his entire soul ripped free of his body, soobin thrust up into you — so hard — hands locking around your waist, finally taking the rhythm for himself. and just like that, he was fucking you.
messy. desperate. and so, so deep.
“oh my god—” you cried out, body jolting with every sharp thrust. “soobin—fuck—what are you—”
“i’m sorry—i have to—i have to—” he gasped, voice breaking. “you feel so good—i can’t hold back—you’re letting me inside—i can’t stop—”
the dorm room filled with the sound of your bodies meeting — slick, obscene, overwhelming — the wet slap of skin on skin as he drove into you with trembling strength. he wasn’t graceful, wasn’t practiced either, but somehow it didn’t matter. he hit every spot. every time. like he’d mapped your body in his dreams.
his eyes were locked on your face, glasses still somehow halfway on, slipping down his nose with every thrust. you couldn’t look away. he looked like something primal had taken over — lips parted, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with need.
and the things he was saying—
“you’re so tight, i can feel you everywhere, every inch—i want to memorize this—i want to study you—i want to write theses about how perfect your body feels—”
you were shaking. open and gone.
your legs were jelly around him now, your arms shaking too much to hold you up. soobin noticed, and with a sudden strength you didn’t expect, he grabbed you around the waist and flipped you, pressing you down to the mattress and staying buried inside you with one deep, dizzying thrust.
you gasped, arching under him.
“soobin—!”
“i’m sorry,” he whispered, hovering above you, looking destroyed. “i—i need to stay inside. just for a little—just a little longer—i can’t let go yet—”
“then don’t,” you begged. “stay inside. fuck me, soobin—fuck me harder—”
and damn, he did.
he snapped his hips into you, relentless now, cock stretching you to the limit, his voice unraveling right in your ear as he chased the edge.
“i love you—i love you so much—i’ve loved you since the first lecture—i used to touch myself thinking about this—you—i didn’t even know what to do with my hands, i just knew i wanted you—”
your hand slid between your legs, desperate, stroking your own cock as he pounded you, your body singing from the inside out.
“don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—soobin, i’m gonna—fuck, i’m gonna—”
“come,” he gasped. “please, please come—want you to cum on my cock, want you to milk it—make me fill you—make me stay inside forever—”
and you did.
your whole body convulsed, cock pulsing in your hand, white-hot release spilling across your stomach and chest as your walls clenched down tight around him. you sobbed his name, legs shaking violently as you came harder than you had in years.
that was all it took.
soobin’s hands gripped your hips so tight you knew you’d bruise later. he slammed in once, twice, and then he was spilling inside you with a loud scream, cock throbbing so deep, filling you with so much cum you could feel it leaking already.
“i’m cumming—i’m cumming—i’m inside you—fuck, i love you—i love you i love you—”
soobin didn’t pull out.
he didn’t even move. he collapsed on top of you, trembling, still buried to the hilt, still moaning under his breath like he didn’t want it to end.
you lay there together — shaking, sweaty, breathless — and felt him press one soft, desperate kiss to your throat.
“can we…” he mumbled, voice small. “can we stay like this? just for a little while?”
you smiled, completely fucked out, one hand sliding into his damp hair.
“baby,” you whispered. “you can stay inside me as long as you want.”
soobin made a small, crushed noise against your throat. something between a whimper and a sigh of absolute, stupid bliss.
you could feel his cock twitch one last time inside you, still half-hard, still locked so deep it made your legs twitch again just from the memory. he didn’t move — he wouldn’t move. you’d melted into the mattress beneath him, boneless, body sticky with sweat and cum and love.
“…you okay?” you asked softly, fingers brushing through the damp hair at the back of his neck.
he nodded against your skin, barely moving. then a soft, muffled : “i can’t believe that happened.”
you laughed, shaky and hoarse. “you mean the part where you absolutely destroyed me?”
soobin groaned in embarrassment, shifting just slightly. his cock moved inside you and both of you gasped at the hypersensitivity. he stopped immediately, whimpering.
“i’m sorry—i don’t want to hurt you, i just— i don’t know what to do now. i—uh—do we need to clean up? should i get you water? or—wait, should i get a towel? are you cramping? oh my god, i think i’m still hard—”
“soobin,” you whispered, smile tugging at your lips until it almost hurt. “breathe.”
he paused, blinking down at you like a deer caught in your bedroom lamp.
you cupped his flushed cheek. “you did so good. i’m not dying. i’m just… full. of you. in every way.”
soobin’s eyes got glassy again.
“i made you feel good?”
“baby,” you whispered, pulling him down so your foreheads touched. “that was the best fuck of my life.”
he made a broken, overwhelmed sound and kissed you. messy, still desperate, but sweet. the kind of kiss that tasted like someone who couldn’t believe they were allowed to love you like this.
eventually, he softened inside you with a small whine and pulled out carefully. you hissed from the sensitivity, but he was so gentle — like you were glass.
he tried to get up to clean you, but you yanked him back by the wrist.
“later. just lie down with me.”
he slid in beside you, glasses crooked and slipping down his nose, wrapping those long arms around you like he didn’t ever want to let go. you curled against his chest, still sticky and sweaty, and neither of you cared.
soobin was quiet for a while. then :
“i didn’t even know it could feel like that,” he whispered. “i thought—i was scared i wouldn’t be good at it. that i’d mess it up. but you just…”
you kissed the center of his chest.
“i felt safe. and wanted. and i wanted you,” he said, voice cracking at the edges. “i’ve wanted you since forever. i just never thought i’d get to have this. to have you.”
you pressed your face into his collarbone, eyes fluttering closed.
“you have me now,” you murmured. “all of me, soobin.”
he held you tighter.
“…are you okay? like, physically?” he added in a panicked whisper after a beat. “i came a lot. like, a lot—”
you laughed so hard you wheezed. “soobin.”
“sorry! i just—i don’t want to give you, like, some weird cum-induced stomach cramp—”
“i am gloriously ruined,” you said, shifting closer. “and if you apologize for doing too good of a job one more time, i’m gonna make you fuck me again.”
soobin blushed deep red.
“…noted.”
❝ PUNCH MY V-CARD?! ❞— boxer! toji x male reader
ꗃ Summary: Every champion has its perks and gratuity, whether it'd be money, medals, trophies, fame, luxuries and other opulence you could ever name, but it's different for him. For him you are everything, you're his. Just imagine what would he feel seeing you getting touch by some insolent fan of his, that filthy and grubby fingers entangled in your hair, caressing the crown of your head, and you only let them do it? Are you aware of the consequences? You should.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, description of boxing, blood and violence mentioned, possessive toji, marathon sex, bathtub sex, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, degradation, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, cumflation, choking, dirty talk, dacryphilia, dumbification, missionary, body worship, slapping, spanking, fucking over a phone call, uses the term: cunt, pussy, somnophilia, not proofread.
Murmurs, gossips, rumors and half-baked claims. That's all you hear and all you see, whenever you go out for groceries, draped with long coats, a pair of masks and a black sunglasses, when you scroll throughout the media, hell you barely go out because of your relationship but still, it's all the same thing.
Your eyes scanned the screen of your phone, softened yet saddened, reading articles and headlines of your lover's success and immediate bad remarks,Toji Fushiguro.
In the care of his home as it was yours as well, spacious condominium and multiple rest houses, the comfortable humming of the air-conditioning set a cozy atmosphere within the room, there hanged and displayed his awards, medals, trophies and championship belts, but there was your picture with him sat beside of all his hard-earned opulences, glimmering brighter than any of it.
You met Toji even before he started to pursue boxing, you were his first. His beloved, The one that softened his brute and hardened heart. You remembered, no, you reminisced the times.
There you sat in the golden hour, sunset bleeds, seeping through the window as the curtain danced in the breeze, the crisp of the pages when anyone flips it, the incoherent murmurs of the students sets you to mood, though you pondered as you gently glided your pen on the paper. He stared at your form for hours, you felt it, the burning holes on your back. Toji Fushiguro.. he was a complex character in your book though harmless most especially to you, unconsciously you guys became friends, mutuals, the way his gaze dripped into your form like he's carving the every crevice of you into his memory, immortalizing you. even when the teachers are calling for him he wouldn't budge, he bugged you, the large pad of his palm pats your head tenderly, will tease you, he shares his lunch with you even when he's not that blessed financially, Toji noticed that you don't eat so he reminds you so, You were top of the class afterall, you kept studying until the sun is down, Someone that was definitely not on his level, You were classmates, high-school sweethearts if you may.
Toji's definitely not the one to start a fight.. well not until you came into his life. Not only that you were top of the class, you also get people to cling on you, and he didn't like it, not one bit.
Though he does understand why people would cling on you, you were smart, pretty, and handsome, that's literally it, what's there to not like? Though one thing that he didn't like about you is that you're too kind.
You let people touch the places that he caressed, you let people touch the every fiber of you ever so carelessly. Toji felt his stomach churned as his jaw locked, teeth gritting at the sight.
His patience finally ran out, he felt something inside of him ignited when he saw you, cornered at the corridor with some lousy student who reeked cigarettes and failed hook-ups, you look extremely uncomfortable and scared, pressing your textbooks in your chest, avoiding eye contact, pushing the man away as the he forced his way to kiss you as he slithered his hands on the small of your back.
Then it collided.
A clean punch, straight to the face.
The man flew to the ground with a thud, he was knocked-out.
OH MY GOD, HE KILLED HI—
You screamed internally as your mouth agape in shock, dropping your textbooks on the ground with a thud, eyes widening when you saw Toji clasps your wrist gently, telling you to follow him.
“ Calm down, pretty. He's not dead. ”
You heard his voice, deep and gravelly, you listened. You then noticed the texture of his hand gripping your wrist, it was large, the pad of his palm were rough, you also felt the line of his scars, yet they were warm and clean.
Toji led you to a place, part of the campus that you've never been to, It was quite hidden after all. It was full of wild flowers and grasses, trees standing tall, shielding the grassy pasture from the sunlight, the atmosphere were calming, as the cold wind greeted you.
“ How did you know of this place..? ”
You asked in wonder, as you saw Toji already sat down, leaning his back beneath a tree, patting to the ground beside him for you to sit.
“ Let's just say that I like to explore. ”
“ And go skip classes? How adventurous. ”
“ Wow. I just saved your ass and this is what you're going to pay me back? ”
You giggled at the dry sentiment, eyes crinkled into a crescent like shape, blinking only see Toji's gaze upon you, you breath hitched as you stayed silent.
Toji liked you, whether you believe it or not, he was smitten even. But the question is how? Yes your overwhelming good qualities is there but there's just something about you that he couldn't get enough. He never found it on anyone else he ever encountered.
Toji remembered the day he met you. He was utterly miserable and battered with gashes and bruises, his hair was a storm from the brutal training he experienced, he sat down on a swing at some random playground and there was you, who offered him some water and a towel with your name initials sewed, wafting the fabric conditioner and a light conversation, treated him like a human in need, the way your eyes held such gentle gaze, your fingers treading to his entangled inky black strands, Toji never felt so safe from someone who's your size.
He bit his lip, as he tasted the metallic taste of blood from his freshly opened scar on his lip. His family was quite famous when it comes to sports and enterprises, The reign of prodigies, The Zenin family, but he rebelled against them, changed his last name, he gained freedom, though under one condition, he'd pursue boxing and win championships.
You noticed the forming scar on his lips, it bled out, abruptly standing up to buy some medicine or antiseptic cream some of sorts only to feel a warm yet rough palm grasping your frigid arm from the temperature, looking down to see Toji's gunmetal irises, almost in a pleading way, pleading you to not leave him alone.
“ Stay. ”
The arena roared like thunder, while the broadcasters gossiped, and joked through the mic, echoing throughout the stadium, sharing their insights about the possible outcome of the fight.
The fans shouted his name, chanting it like some prayer, they cheered for him like he already won, he saw signs and a tons flirtatious messages and innuendos.
It is not a surprise that Toji has down bad fans and a few stalkers in the span of his boxing career, he's big, broad shoulders that can easily tower over someone, slender waist, rippling mounds of muscles across his arms and thighs down to his strong legs.
To be honest, Toji never really cared about some obsessive fans and stalkers bothering him, because in reality, they wouldn't even try to get close, because they can't, Toji is already capable of handling himself to some minor inconveniences and danger of the disrespectful fans, Yes they could post some of his thirst traps online for clout or something, they don't matter to him, they could dwell on his past for all he care, make insane headlines about him but one thing that the publicity could never touch is his lover, you.
Toji's refined and smooth skin glistened beneath the gleaming lights, his sweat dripping down his chin down to his chest, his dark strands sticking in to his forehead, sharp eyes, his pinkish, plump lips forming a thin line as his scar parted, smirking from the sight of his opponent, as he pounded his gloved fist together— bouncing off his feet, to warm up.
Whenever he was in a match, he would think of you, waiting for him at the backstage, sitting prettily as you watch him through the big screen, wearing his olympic jacket draping over your small figure, so when he wins, he would hang his gold medal adorning your neck as it shines.
He snapped out of his trance when heard his coach yell at him, signaling him and giving him instructions, Toji merely hummed as his adjusted his black mouth guard and head guard in place, answering his coach, muffled.
“ Do you hear me, Fushiguro? ”
“ Loud n’ clear, boss. ”
You shuffled at Toji's temporary quarters, fixing and tidying up his mess as you guys will go home together, stuffing his clothes and other necessities in his duffel bag, you hummed, hearing your lover's PR team scramble on their feet as the fight finally starts, leaving you alone, you were contemplating if you're going to the manager's office, there hanged the enormous screen to watch.
After you finished tidying up, you went to your own bag, prada. It was gifted by Toji on Valentine's Day, reaching inside to get your so called essentials, mask, sunglasses and a cap, to cover your image, unlike Toji, you would actually like to entertain fans though he never lets you, he never did, though you understand why.
You went your way to the manager's office room, the air conditioning hits your face gently, sitting down at some chair.
The match finally started as you sat down.
You watched Toji swung his fist with accuracy and impact, as it collided to his opponent's cheek, tilting his head guard to the side, you winced.
“ Yikes—! That will sent me to coma, immediately. . .”
After a few rounds, the tension is getting too high, hot even. Everything's on the flow until the bastard opponent purposely spat on Toji's foot, just to anger him, spoiling his mood, only for Toji to land a final blow on him that took a tooth from him in the process, knocking him out, he must've seen stars.
You barely contained yourself from laughing, remember.. you need to stay behaved, you watched through the screen as the referee finally took Toji's bulging arms up, declaring his victory, you squealed from your seat in glee.
You stood up from your seat, turning off the television, making your way out only to bump into someone.
“ Are you Toji Fushiguro's manager, can I please get his autograph? Is he here?! ”
Your eyes widened at the sight, you scanned his appearance, he was tall, his body was quite toned as well, greyish hair, tanned, lime eyes, he was wearing a backstage pass, though he might've got it wrong, it was a fan, you never met a fan before. Wait, why is he here..?
“ Oh.. I think you've mistaken me for someone else, though Toji isn't here yet, this is the manager room as you can see, kindly get out please. ”
You politely dismissed the fan, only for him to clasp your hand together, you gasp.
“ Uhm, Sir.. I think this is not a great ide— ”
“ Would you please accompany me to the backstage? ”
This. . .This man is really stubborn and quite irritating.
“But this is the back stage, you just got the specific venue wrong. Dumbass.”
You internally thought, as you retreat one of you arm from his grip, you gave him the look.
“ Fine, follow me. ”
“ Woah, you're really kind...”
“ Quiet. ”
You led him to backstage room, only to found the PR team already tidying up the place, some of the staff greeted you.
“ This is the backstage, you may sit right over there.. ”
You pointed at the chair beside the coffee table, only to feel a hand patting your head rather harshly, messing your hair in the process, with one hand pinching your cheek even with the mask on.
“ You're really kind y'know that, though what's your name and why are you wearing a mask, are you sick? You're quite cute too. ”
Once again your eyes widened as you mouth agape, as the staff froze on what they're doing and tried to warn the man as if he was asking for his early death (he is).
You tried to tell him to stop but your words only go into his ear and comes out to the other side, you also tried smack his hands away, the staff also tried to help, but it was too late, you felt it from a mile away.
He's here.
And he saw it, the way that the man is holding you.
Oh you fucked up.
Your legs felt like jelly, they're shaking as you take it, your chest heaved, whimpering as you drooled into his broad chest,
“ What'd I tell ya about meeting my fans, hmm. . .? You dumb boy. ”
His words slurred into your head as you felt his long and think fingers, pump in and out of you covered in slick, his other hand smacked the globe of your ass, watching it jiggled in friction as you let out a wonton moan.
“ Fuuck— look at you, clenching your cute little cunt on my fingers. ”
You merely buried your face into his neck, arms scratching his back, the cold surface of the gold medal pressed up against his broad chest, it was hanging on your neck, muffled whimpers was heard, feeling his long fingers curling inside your gummy walls.
“ Nghh— m'sorry. . . won't do it again! ”
You lift your head to apologize, tears filling your eyes, only to choke on your own saliva, you felt his fingers protruding and bullying your prostate dead on, rubbing against your walls, as you writhed and shake uncontrollably.
“ NGHH— ”
Toji pushed his thick fingers in and out of your creamy hole, slick dripping and coating the globe your ass, making obscene sounds, slippery and wet delicious noises, your thighs throbbed.
“ Such a greedy slut, aren't you, doll? ”
You bucked your hips, grinding down into his fingers, straddling his strong arm, locked, you felt Toji's hands gripping your legs together, lifting it up to your head, pulling his fingers out of your tight fucking hole, dipping his head down to suck your creamy hole, his slick tongue licking the stripe of your ass, slipping his long tongue in your warm walls, frothy spit dribbling down his chin down to his neck, glistening, your felt his plump lips ghosting just righton top of your tight ring, his scar, feeling heat in your tummy.
Toji pushed apart your legs, going for your lips, kissing you sloppily, you tasted the slick, feeling his large hand slithering in your neck choking you in the process, you whimpered.
“ I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing that your mouth will babble is my fat fucking cock. ”
His gravelly voice ranged through the heavy tension, the smell of sex reeked on the air, his pearly whites peaking, a quirk of his lips, smirking as he looked down at your form, his glimmering gunmetal irises stared sharply, helplessly.
You can't stop twitching and moaning uncontrollably, you bit your lips, almost bleeding out, pretty little tears rolling down your cheeks, as your eyebrows knitted together.
“ P-please you're too— deeeep. . .”
Toji held your wrist together, upwards, his other arm held down your hips, your weight dipping down into the mattress, he merely dismissed your complaints, angling his hips, hitting the bundle of nerves, his thick, veiny cock abusing your prostate, the creamy and bubbly loads of his cum made an obscene white ring on your rim, dripping down the globe of your ass.
“ Shut up and take it— you dumb boy. ”
You drool into your pillow, like some cheap whore, you yearn— no, chase for it, the coiling heat inside of your tummy, your consciousness almost blearing out from the sheer impact of Toji's thrust.
His thrust was brutal and passionate, he fucks it deeper inside, Toji watched his cock go in and out of your tight cunt, the creamy and frothy cum coating his shaft, deliciously.
Toji groaned, almost whimpering when he felt you clenched around his dick.
“ Are you trying to snap my dick in half, Doll? ”
Toji then gathered your legs together, your thighs collided, lifting your legs over your head, gripping it tightly, he sloooowly— pulled out his cock, the thick and veiny shaft, almost pulsing.
He then slip it back in a heartbeat almost knocking out the air out of you, you felt so full, so filled, you let out a silent scream.
“ Sooo big— too muchhh nghh. . .”
You babbled, trembling, knees weak, you felt him in your tummy, Toji noticed, as he pressed down the forming bulge below your bellybutton, rubbing it, you moaned and whimpered loudly, you tried to remove his palm, your tongue lolling out like a slut.
“ Look honey, Daddy's sooo— deep inside of your boy pussy. . .”
Toji's brutal thrust was consistent, the bed kept creaking, hitting the headboard on rhythm, he trained for endurance, plenty of stamina, he wasn't close to done, even after multiple orgasms, he could go for days— weeks, even.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
But you can't, you weren't built for it, but he was willing to shape your body, he will train you to take his dick, to take his heavy loads, he wanted to breed you until you're so full of his creamy cum, his seed, he wanted to see his hole full of hot cum, dripping down your ass, plugging it back in with his fingers.
Your stomach was covered in cum and slick, your cock ached from so much cumming, your chest heaved, your body was covered in sweat, the bed was also covered in slick, sweat and cum that dripped out of you.
Toji then glided his fingers, combing his hair into a slick back, few of his inky dark strands sticked onto his forehead, huffing gently, he then slipped his strong arms on your back, lifting you, as your head lulled down into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him for support, straddling his waist with your legs.
Toji immediately got the memo, securing your form against his warm body, he leaned in to kiss the crown of your head softly.
“ Doing so good for me, aren't you my angel? ”
You melted, burying your head deeply into his neck, your arms slithering around his neck, lifting your head to kiss his jaw, tenderly, in return.
Toji's eyes widened, as it softened, grinning softly, kissing the tip of your nose down to your swollen lips.
“ Two can play that game. . . ”
His rough voice ranged throughout your ears, you felt his steady heartbeat with yours, your smooth and soft tummy against his toned stomach.
He then walked his way into the bathroom, there sat a pristine bathtub, the shower was surrounded with glass, the light, almost dimmed, illuminated with serenity, Toji sat you down on the stool, as he prepared the bathtub, turning on the warm water combined with cold.
Your legs were still wobbly, the aching feeling in your back was still lingering, you almost winced.
Toji lifted you once again, dipping his foot first to test the water's temperature, now dipping his whole body in with you in his arms, the water sloshing and engulfing your tired body, his strong thick thighs down to his legs surrounding your sides, you leaned onto his chest.
Toji grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring it into his palm, lavender.
He glided the liquid into your scalp, meticulous fingers entangling the knots of your hair, he also got your favorite body wash, gliding it over your supple skin, the foamy and bubbly soap, glistening all over your body, you massaged your neck, shoulders, arms, down to your back, and stomach, grabbing the shower head and rinsing you.
After a while, you decided.
“ Baby, can I wash you as well. . ? ”
You timidly asked your lover, playing with the water beneath you.
Toji's eyes widened, as he grinned, his hand slithering up to your jaw, tilting it to face him, he kissed your jaw to your lips, his tender gaze drowning you, sweetly.
“ Aren't you a sweetheart? ”
Your eyes softened at his gesture, you made your way, facing him, you knelt down, it was wobbly, you tried to grip onto the sides of the tub for balance, you almost slipped, yelping until you felt warm hands kneading and pressing up to your hips.
“ Careful now, wouldn't want you to drown and hit your head, angel. ”
“ Shut it. . .”
His rough and gravelly voice was heard, you blushed profusely, you took the bottle of shampoo, gliding it to his scalp, pulling his dark hair into a slick back, you stole a sweet kiss on his forehead, you also used your favorite body wash, gliding it over his refined arms, and his toned body, his scars, you felt his gunmetal irises stared at you, he's gorgeous.
Toji merely stared at your form, taking good care of him, the tender touches, the way you kissed his forehead, tracing his scars that he once hated, you loved them, and he learned to love it as well, he felt the coiling heat on his stomach, he didn't flinch, when he felt your fingertips ghosted above his tip, he felt blood rushed to his cock, fuck.
Once you were done, you leaned onto his broad chest, until you felt it.
He was still hard.
“ You think we're done yet? Nuh uh. . . ”
Your eyes widened, looking beneath the water, only to see the crown of his bulbous tip poking between your thighs.
Toji then slipped his hands to caress your stomach down to your neglected cock, his other hand fingering your creamy and warm cunt, you mewled into your palm.
He lined himself up, guiding his cock to your entrance. Thick, hard, veined— he thrusted upwards, hitting your sweet spot, you drooled, pushing it deeper.
He knelt down in the tub, standing up, lifting you up, with your knees up to your head, folding you in half, as he lined up his shaft to your slick hole, thrusting inside, hitting your prostate, you moaned and whimpered profusely, your toes curled.
He fucked you in long, steady strokes, pushing deep with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch, every vein of his dick. The girth of him inside you was torment, your cock spurt out thin sheen of cum. head tipped back, neck full of fresh bruises, mouth drooling, his shaft was coated in creamy cum from the previous loads of cum he fucked into you earlier, it dripped out, making wet squelching noises when he thrusted in and out, he filled you to the brim just like a creampie.
“ Fuuuck— you're so fucking tight. ”
Toji cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside you—hot, thick spurts of his creamy load that made your thighs spasmed.
“ No matter how many times I fucked this pussy, it's still so fucking tight. ”
He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you moaned—a raw, high-pitched moan that echoed in the room, he gripped your thighs tighter, he pushed you down to his shaft pushing the cum deeper, fast, you saw the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy.
“ NGHH— s-slow down. . ! ”
You whine. He grabs your hips and slams in again, fucking you with the weight of his cock, his heat, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuuuck— fuck— take it— ”
He snarls, his rough and gravelly voice gets you intoxicated, you're too cock-drunk to even comprehend, slamming in and staying there as his cock throbs. And pulses, his every vein dragging along your velvety walls, he painted it white.
Toji’s voice is low, his breath hot against your ear, and his cock is buried deep inside you, pulsing with each heavy and fast grind of his hips, clinging to him as he starts to thrust, brutal and deep, it hits your prostate, making your cock spurt out loads of smooth cum dripping down your shaft, you moaned loudly, the remaining energy in your body leaving.
You passed out after you came, consciousness leaving your system, you felt your ears ringing, and Toji's inaudible voice.
You woke up, in your room, it was dimmed, dark curtains surrounded the glass windows, the coldness of the room hits your body, your hair and body was warm and dry, except your hole.
Your bleary sight is finally vivid, your eyes widened, you saw Toji still thrusting inside of you, you whimpered when your mind finally functions.
“ Well look who's finally awake. . . ”
He kissed your lips, with your mouth open, almost in instinct, slipping his warm pink tongue inside, he grips your thighs, pushing them up, folding you until you’re fully exposed under him. His cock hits that spot that makes you gurgle in the process, choking in your saliva, your hole feels so raw.
“ Did you sleep well, angel? You passed out. ”
“ Ngh— how long was I asleep. . ? ”
You barely nodded as you asked, your voice was hoarse and gravelly, with your swollen lips and eyes.
“ Almost for five hours. . .”
Your mouth agape, your eyes widened in fraction, you gripped onto his biceps.
“ Baby, what about your training. . ! Mr. Shiu w-would be so livid! ”
Toji merely dismissed you, thrusting his cock in and out of you, the cum is overflowing from the amount of loads that he dumped inside of your boycunt, he pressed down the bulge in your tummy, his canines peaking once again.
“ Training can wait, angel, I'm not done breeding you yet. . . ”
He starts thrusting harder, faster. His heavy balls still filled with his seed, he's so pent up from the days that he didn't get to fuck you because of those stupid trainings, from the times that he'd get so horny, wet dreams about you bouncing up and down his dick with his cum dripping down his shaft from your sopping wet cunt, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, creamy squelches, looong deliberate thrust dragged along your hole, like some cheap fleshlight, his personal cum dump.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
You can only moan and whimper as you take it all, you felt something vibrate on the bed, it was Toji's phone with an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, Toji noticed as he smirked,he accepted the call and put it on speaker, you stared curiously at him, he stared at you with his phone on his ear, you heard a quite familiar voice, annoying even.
“ Hello, Mr. Fushiguro? Again I apologize for what happened yesterday, It wasn't my intention to discover your lover, and harass him at that, your management told me to apologize to you and your lover, I signed the contract that I wouldn't reveal these events on the public eye, may I please apologize to him, If I may. . ? ”
“ Why of course? here he is. . . ”
Your eyes widened as you finally get what he was planning, you frowned at him, Toji merely smiled at you, mocking you, you flushed when he put the phone beside your ear, your hands weren't exactly available right now as it was restrained by his vice grip.
“ Ah, hello, I would like to apologize to you as well, as I said, it wasn't my intention to harass you, I was just so excited to see Mr. Fushiguro, and I didn't know that he has a lover, you were quite a beauty, I can see why he's so protective of you. . . ”
Toji gritted his teeth and jaw, he felt something inside of him, possessiveness and jealousy, his eyebrows knitted in irritation, that made him thrust upward inside of you, deep and hard, you tried to muffle your noises as you bit your lips, he gripped your hips down with his other hand onto the mattress, but you still tried to answer.
“ Y-yes. . . It's a-all good now— mhnghh— ”
“You like this. You like being used and stuffed full to the brim while that bastard hears us, don’t you? What a whore. . . ”
Toji leaned in to your other ear, he whispered with his hot breath fanning in the surface of your ear, every time his hips slam into yours, you feel the slap of his skin, the obscene slick of his cock grinding inside you, you really tried to muffle your moans but the heavy and squelching noises says it anyways.
“ O-oh, Is that so? I'm glad then. . . Though are you alright? you seem to be distracted. ”
“ No worries, I-i just pulled a muscle—! ”
He pressed his hips flush to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked hole, he then grabbed the phone back to him.
“ Alright, that's enough. bye, sayonara or whatever. ”
“ Ah— Goodbye— ”
Turning off the phone and tossed it on the side, he stared down at you, watching his thick shaft still piercing you for almost a day now.
“ Haaaah. . .ngh—Tojiiiii—”
He thrust in, hard, You jolted, a delicious moan spilling from your lips as he grinds his hips deeper, refusing to pull out, you’re shifted on your back, legs trembling while you're folded in half, gripping the sheets, while his cock pulses deep inside you—raw, hot, wet and creamy.
“ Such a good boy you are. ”
He breathes, and panted, his voice rough and almost hoarse, while he caressed your hips tenderly.
“ Took me so well and letting me fuck you dumb and fill you up just like you deserve. . .”
You merely nodded profusely, accepting your fate, because you're so sure that he wasn't done yet.
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❝ PUNCH MY V-CARD?! ❞— boxer! toji x male reader
ꗃ Summary: Every champion has its perks and gratuity, whether it'd be money, medals, trophies, fame, luxuries and other opulence you could ever name, but it's different for him. For him you are everything, you're his. Just imagine what would he feel seeing you getting touch by some insolent fan of his, that filthy and grubby fingers entangled in your hair, caressing the crown of your head, and you only let them do it? Are you aware of the consequences? You should.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, description of boxing, blood and violence mentioned, possessive toji, marathon sex, bathtub sex, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, degradation, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, cumflation, choking, dirty talk, dacryphilia, dumbification, missionary, body worship, slapping, spanking, fucking over a phone call, uses the term: cunt, pussy, somnophilia, not proofread.
Murmurs, gossips, rumors and half-baked claims. That's all you hear and all you see, whenever you go out for groceries, draped with long coats, a pair of masks and a black sunglasses, when you scroll throughout the media, hell you barely go out because of your relationship but still, it's all the same thing.
Your eyes scanned the screen of your phone, softened yet saddened, reading articles and headlines of your lover's success and immediate bad remarks,Toji Fushiguro.
In the care of his home as it was yours as well, spacious condominium and multiple rest houses, the comfortable humming of the air-conditioning set a cozy atmosphere within the room, there hanged and displayed his awards, medals, trophies and championship belts, but there was your picture with him sat beside of all his hard-earned opulences, glimmering brighter than any of it.
You met Toji even before he started to pursue boxing, you were his first. His beloved, The one that softened his brute and hardened heart. You remembered, no, you reminisced the times.
There you sat in the golden hour, sunset bleeds, seeping through the window as the curtain danced in the breeze, the crisp of the pages when anyone flips it, the incoherent murmurs of the students sets you to mood, though you pondered as you gently glided your pen on the paper. He stared at your form for hours, you felt it, the burning holes on your back. Toji Fushiguro.. he was a complex character in your book though harmless most especially to you, unconsciously you guys became friends, mutuals, the way his gaze dripped into your form like he's carving the every crevice of you into his memory, immortalizing you. even when the teachers are calling for him he wouldn't budge, he bugged you, the large pad of his palm pats your head tenderly, will tease you, he shares his lunch with you even when he's not that blessed financially, Toji noticed that you don't eat so he reminds you so, You were top of the class afterall, you kept studying until the sun is down, Someone that was definitely not on his level, You were classmates, high-school sweethearts if you may.
Toji's definitely not the one to start a fight.. well not until you came into his life. Not only that you were top of the class, you also get people to cling on you, and he didn't like it, not one bit.
Though he does understand why people would cling on you, you were smart, pretty, and handsome, that's literally it, what's there to not like? Though one thing that he didn't like about you is that you're too kind.
You let people touch the places that he caressed, you let people touch the every fiber of you ever so carelessly. Toji felt his stomach churned as his jaw locked, teeth gritting at the sight.
His patience finally ran out, he felt something inside of him ignited when he saw you, cornered at the corridor with some lousy student who reeked cigarettes and failed hook-ups, you look extremely uncomfortable and scared, pressing your textbooks in your chest, avoiding eye contact, pushing the man away as the he forced his way to kiss you as he slithered his hands on the small of your back.
Then it collided.
A clean punch, straight to the face.
The man flew to the ground with a thud, he was knocked-out.
OH MY GOD, HE KILLED HI—
You screamed internally as your mouth agape in shock, dropping your textbooks on the ground with a thud, eyes widening when you saw Toji clasps your wrist gently, telling you to follow him.
“ Calm down, pretty. He's not dead. ”
You heard his voice, deep and gravelly, you listened. You then noticed the texture of his hand gripping your wrist, it was large, the pad of his palm were rough, you also felt the line of his scars, yet they were warm and clean.
Toji led you to a place, part of the campus that you've never been to, It was quite hidden after all. It was full of wild flowers and grasses, trees standing tall, shielding the grassy pasture from the sunlight, the atmosphere were calming, as the cold wind greeted you.
“ How did you know of this place..? ”
You asked in wonder, as you saw Toji already sat down, leaning his back beneath a tree, patting to the ground beside him for you to sit.
“ Let's just say that I like to explore. ”
“ And go skip classes? How adventurous. ”
“ Wow. I just saved your ass and this is what you're going to pay me back? ”
You giggled at the dry sentiment, eyes crinkled into a crescent like shape, blinking only see Toji's gaze upon you, you breath hitched as you stayed silent.
Toji liked you, whether you believe it or not, he was smitten even. But the question is how? Yes your overwhelming good qualities is there but there's just something about you that he couldn't get enough. He never found it on anyone else he ever encountered.
Toji remembered the day he met you. He was utterly miserable and battered with gashes and bruises, his hair was a storm from the brutal training he experienced, he sat down on a swing at some random playground and there was you, who offered him some water and a towel with your name initials sewed, wafting the fabric conditioner and a light conversation, treated him like a human in need, the way your eyes held such gentle gaze, your fingers treading to his entangled inky black strands, Toji never felt so safe from someone who's your size.
He bit his lip, as he tasted the metallic taste of blood from his freshly opened scar on his lip. His family was quite famous when it comes to sports and enterprises, The reign of prodigies, The Zenin family, but he rebelled against them, changed his last name, he gained freedom, though under one condition, he'd pursue boxing and win championships.
You noticed the forming scar on his lips, it bled out, abruptly standing up to buy some medicine or antiseptic cream some of sorts only to feel a warm yet rough palm grasping your frigid arm from the temperature, looking down to see Toji's gunmetal irises, almost in a pleading way, pleading you to not leave him alone.
“ Stay. ”
The arena roared like thunder, while the broadcasters gossiped, and joked through the mic, echoing throughout the stadium, sharing their insights about the possible outcome of the fight.
The fans shouted his name, chanting it like some prayer, they cheered for him like he already won, he saw signs and a tons flirtatious messages and innuendos.
It is not a surprise that Toji has down bad fans and a few stalkers in the span of his boxing career, he's big, broad shoulders that can easily tower over someone, slender waist, rippling mounds of muscles across his arms and thighs down to his strong legs.
To be honest, Toji never really cared about some obsessive fans and stalkers bothering him, because in reality, they wouldn't even try to get close, because they can't, Toji is already capable of handling himself to some minor inconveniences and danger of the disrespectful fans, Yes they could post some of his thirst traps online for clout or something, they don't matter to him, they could dwell on his past for all he care, make insane headlines about him but one thing that the publicity could never touch is his lover, you.
Toji's refined and smooth skin glistened beneath the gleaming lights, his sweat dripping down his chin down to his chest, his dark strands sticking in to his forehead, sharp eyes, his pinkish, plump lips forming a thin line as his scar parted, smirking from the sight of his opponent, as he pounded his gloved fist together— bouncing off his feet, to warm up.
Whenever he was in a match, he would think of you, waiting for him at the backstage, sitting prettily as you watch him through the big screen, wearing his olympic jacket draping over your small figure, so when he wins, he would hang his gold medal adorning your neck as it shines.
He snapped out of his trance when heard his coach yell at him, signaling him and giving him instructions, Toji merely hummed as his adjusted his black mouth guard and head guard in place, answering his coach, muffled.
“ Do you hear me, Fushiguro? ”
“ Loud n’ clear, boss. ”
You shuffled at Toji's temporary quarters, fixing and tidying up his mess as you guys will go home together, stuffing his clothes and other necessities in his duffel bag, you hummed, hearing your lover's PR team scramble on their feet as the fight finally starts, leaving you alone, you were contemplating if you're going to the manager's office, there hanged the enormous screen to watch.
After you finished tidying up, you went to your own bag, prada. It was gifted by Toji on Valentine's Day, reaching inside to get your so called essentials, mask, sunglasses and a cap, to cover your image, unlike Toji, you would actually like to entertain fans though he never lets you, he never did, though you understand why.
You went your way to the manager's office room, the air conditioning hits your face gently, sitting down at some chair.
The match finally started as you sat down.
You watched Toji swung his fist with accuracy and impact, as it collided to his opponent's cheek, tilting his head guard to the side, you winced.
“ Yikes—! That will sent me to coma, immediately. . .”
After a few rounds, the tension is getting too high, hot even. Everything's on the flow until the bastard opponent purposely spat on Toji's foot, just to anger him, spoiling his mood, only for Toji to land a final blow on him that took a tooth from him in the process, knocking him out, he must've seen stars.
You barely contained yourself from laughing, remember.. you need to stay behaved, you watched through the screen as the referee finally took Toji's bulging arms up, declaring his victory, you squealed from your seat in glee.
You stood up from your seat, turning off the television, making your way out only to bump into someone.
“ Are you Toji Fushiguro's manager, can I please get his autograph? Is he here?! ”
Your eyes widened at the sight, you scanned his appearance, he was tall, his body was quite toned as well, greyish hair, tanned, lime eyes, he was wearing a backstage pass, though he might've got it wrong, it was a fan, you never met a fan before. Wait, why is he here..?
“ Oh.. I think you've mistaken me for someone else, though Toji isn't here yet, this is the manager room as you can see, kindly get out please. ”
You politely dismissed the fan, only for him to clasp your hand together, you gasp.
“ Uhm, Sir.. I think this is not a great ide— ”
“ Would you please accompany me to the backstage? ”
This. . .This man is really stubborn and quite irritating.
“But this is the back stage, you just got the specific venue wrong. Dumbass.”
You internally thought, as you retreat one of you arm from his grip, you gave him the look.
“ Fine, follow me. ”
“ Woah, you're really kind...”
“ Quiet. ”
You led him to backstage room, only to found the PR team already tidying up the place, some of the staff greeted you.
“ This is the backstage, you may sit right over there.. ”
You pointed at the chair beside the coffee table, only to feel a hand patting your head rather harshly, messing your hair in the process, with one hand pinching your cheek even with the mask on.
“ You're really kind y'know that, though what's your name and why are you wearing a mask, are you sick? You're quite cute too. ”
Once again your eyes widened as you mouth agape, as the staff froze on what they're doing and tried to warn the man as if he was asking for his early death (he is).
You tried to tell him to stop but your words only go into his ear and comes out to the other side, you also tried smack his hands away, the staff also tried to help, but it was too late, you felt it from a mile away.
He's here.
And he saw it, the way that the man is holding you.
Oh you fucked up.
Your legs felt like jelly, they're shaking as you take it, your chest heaved, whimpering as you drooled into his broad chest,
“ What'd I tell ya about meeting my fans, hmm. . .? You dumb boy. ”
His words slurred into your head as you felt his long and think fingers, pump in and out of you covered in slick, his other hand smacked the globe of your ass, watching it jiggled in friction as you let out a wonton moan.
“ Fuuck— look at you, clenching your cute little cunt on my fingers. ”
You merely buried your face into his neck, arms scratching his back, the cold surface of the gold medal pressed up against his broad chest, it was hanging on your neck, muffled whimpers was heard, feeling his long fingers curling inside your gummy walls.
“ Nghh— m'sorry. . . won't do it again! ”
You lift your head to apologize, tears filling your eyes, only to choke on your own saliva, you felt his fingers protruding and bullying your prostate dead on, rubbing against your walls, as you writhed and shake uncontrollably.
“ NGHH— ”
Toji pushed his thick fingers in and out of your creamy hole, slick dripping and coating the globe your ass, making obscene sounds, slippery and wet delicious noises, your thighs throbbed.
“ Such a greedy slut, aren't you, doll? ”
You bucked your hips, grinding down into his fingers, straddling his strong arm, locked, you felt Toji's hands gripping your legs together, lifting it up to your head, pulling his fingers out of your tight fucking hole, dipping his head down to suck your creamy hole, his slick tongue licking the stripe of your ass, slipping his long tongue in your warm walls, frothy spit dribbling down his chin down to his neck, glistening, your felt his plump lips ghosting just righton top of your tight ring, his scar, feeling heat in your tummy.
Toji pushed apart your legs, going for your lips, kissing you sloppily, you tasted the slick, feeling his large hand slithering in your neck choking you in the process, you whimpered.
“ I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing that your mouth will babble is my fat fucking cock. ”
His gravelly voice ranged through the heavy tension, the smell of sex reeked on the air, his pearly whites peaking, a quirk of his lips, smirking as he looked down at your form, his glimmering gunmetal irises stared sharply, helplessly.
You can't stop twitching and moaning uncontrollably, you bit your lips, almost bleeding out, pretty little tears rolling down your cheeks, as your eyebrows knitted together.
“ P-please you're too— deeeep. . .”
Toji held your wrist together, upwards, his other arm held down your hips, your weight dipping down into the mattress, he merely dismissed your complaints, angling his hips, hitting the bundle of nerves, his thick, veiny cock abusing your prostate, the creamy and bubbly loads of his cum made an obscene white ring on your rim, dripping down the globe of your ass.
“ Shut up and take it— you dumb boy. ”
You drool into your pillow, like some cheap whore, you yearn— no, chase for it, the coiling heat inside of your tummy, your consciousness almost blearing out from the sheer impact of Toji's thrust.
His thrust was brutal and passionate, he fucks it deeper inside, Toji watched his cock go in and out of your tight cunt, the creamy and frothy cum coating his shaft, deliciously.
Toji groaned, almost whimpering when he felt you clenched around his dick.
“ Are you trying to snap my dick in half, Doll? ”
Toji then gathered your legs together, your thighs collided, lifting your legs over your head, gripping it tightly, he sloooowly— pulled out his cock, the thick and veiny shaft, almost pulsing.
He then slip it back in a heartbeat almost knocking out the air out of you, you felt so full, so filled, you let out a silent scream.
“ Sooo big— too muchhh nghh. . .”
You babbled, trembling, knees weak, you felt him in your tummy, Toji noticed, as he pressed down the forming bulge below your bellybutton, rubbing it, you moaned and whimpered loudly, you tried to remove his palm, your tongue lolling out like a slut.
“ Look honey, Daddy's sooo— deep inside of your boy pussy. . .”
Toji's brutal thrust was consistent, the bed kept creaking, hitting the headboard on rhythm, he trained for endurance, plenty of stamina, he wasn't close to done, even after multiple orgasms, he could go for days— weeks, even.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
But you can't, you weren't built for it, but he was willing to shape your body, he will train you to take his dick, to take his heavy loads, he wanted to breed you until you're so full of his creamy cum, his seed, he wanted to see his hole full of hot cum, dripping down your ass, plugging it back in with his fingers.
Your stomach was covered in cum and slick, your cock ached from so much cumming, your chest heaved, your body was covered in sweat, the bed was also covered in slick, sweat and cum that dripped out of you.
Toji then glided his fingers, combing his hair into a slick back, few of his inky dark strands sticked onto his forehead, huffing gently, he then slipped his strong arms on your back, lifting you, as your head lulled down into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him for support, straddling his waist with your legs.
Toji immediately got the memo, securing your form against his warm body, he leaned in to kiss the crown of your head softly.
“ Doing so good for me, aren't you my angel? ”
You melted, burying your head deeply into his neck, your arms slithering around his neck, lifting your head to kiss his jaw, tenderly, in return.
Toji's eyes widened, as it softened, grinning softly, kissing the tip of your nose down to your swollen lips.
“ Two can play that game. . . ”
His rough voice ranged throughout your ears, you felt his steady heartbeat with yours, your smooth and soft tummy against his toned stomach.
He then walked his way into the bathroom, there sat a pristine bathtub, the shower was surrounded with glass, the light, almost dimmed, illuminated with serenity, Toji sat you down on the stool, as he prepared the bathtub, turning on the warm water combined with cold.
Your legs were still wobbly, the aching feeling in your back was still lingering, you almost winced.
Toji lifted you once again, dipping his foot first to test the water's temperature, now dipping his whole body in with you in his arms, the water sloshing and engulfing your tired body, his strong thick thighs down to his legs surrounding your sides, you leaned onto his chest.
Toji grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring it into his palm, lavender.
He glided the liquid into your scalp, meticulous fingers entangling the knots of your hair, he also got your favorite body wash, gliding it over your supple skin, the foamy and bubbly soap, glistening all over your body, you massaged your neck, shoulders, arms, down to your back, and stomach, grabbing the shower head and rinsing you.
After a while, you decided.
“ Baby, can I wash you as well. . ? ”
You timidly asked your lover, playing with the water beneath you.
Toji's eyes widened, as he grinned, his hand slithering up to your jaw, tilting it to face him, he kissed your jaw to your lips, his tender gaze drowning you, sweetly.
“ Aren't you a sweetheart? ”
Your eyes softened at his gesture, you made your way, facing him, you knelt down, it was wobbly, you tried to grip onto the sides of the tub for balance, you almost slipped, yelping until you felt warm hands kneading and pressing up to your hips.
“ Careful now, wouldn't want you to drown and hit your head, angel. ”
“ Shut it. . .”
His rough and gravelly voice was heard, you blushed profusely, you took the bottle of shampoo, gliding it to his scalp, pulling his dark hair into a slick back, you stole a sweet kiss on his forehead, you also used your favorite body wash, gliding it over his refined arms, and his toned body, his scars, you felt his gunmetal irises stared at you, he's gorgeous.
Toji merely stared at your form, taking good care of him, the tender touches, the way you kissed his forehead, tracing his scars that he once hated, you loved them, and he learned to love it as well, he felt the coiling heat on his stomach, he didn't flinch, when he felt your fingertips ghosted above his tip, he felt blood rushed to his cock, fuck.
Once you were done, you leaned onto his broad chest, until you felt it.
He was still hard.
“ You think we're done yet? Nuh uh. . . ”
Your eyes widened, looking beneath the water, only to see the crown of his bulbous tip poking between your thighs.
Toji then slipped his hands to caress your stomach down to your neglected cock, his other hand fingering your creamy and warm cunt, you mewled into your palm.
He lined himself up, guiding his cock to your entrance. Thick, hard, veined— he thrusted upwards, hitting your sweet spot, you drooled, pushing it deeper.
He knelt down in the tub, standing up, lifting you up, with your knees up to your head, folding you in half, as he lined up his shaft to your slick hole, thrusting inside, hitting your prostate, you moaned and whimpered profusely, your toes curled.
He fucked you in long, steady strokes, pushing deep with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch, every vein of his dick. The girth of him inside you was torment, your cock spurt out thin sheen of cum. head tipped back, neck full of fresh bruises, mouth drooling, his shaft was coated in creamy cum from the previous loads of cum he fucked into you earlier, it dripped out, making wet squelching noises when he thrusted in and out, he filled you to the brim just like a creampie.
“ Fuuuck— you're so fucking tight. ”
Toji cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside you—hot, thick spurts of his creamy load that made your thighs spasmed.
“ No matter how many times I fucked this pussy, it's still so fucking tight. ”
He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you moaned—a raw, high-pitched moan that echoed in the room, he gripped your thighs tighter, he pushed you down to his shaft pushing the cum deeper, fast, you saw the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy.
“ NGHH— s-slow down. . ! ”
You whine. He grabs your hips and slams in again, fucking you with the weight of his cock, his heat, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuuuck— fuck— take it— ”
He snarls, his rough and gravelly voice gets you intoxicated, you're too cock-drunk to even comprehend, slamming in and staying there as his cock throbs. And pulses, his every vein dragging along your velvety walls, he painted it white.
Toji’s voice is low, his breath hot against your ear, and his cock is buried deep inside you, pulsing with each heavy and fast grind of his hips, clinging to him as he starts to thrust, brutal and deep, it hits your prostate, making your cock spurt out loads of smooth cum dripping down your shaft, you moaned loudly, the remaining energy in your body leaving.
You passed out after you came, consciousness leaving your system, you felt your ears ringing, and Toji's inaudible voice.
You woke up, in your room, it was dimmed, dark curtains surrounded the glass windows, the coldness of the room hits your body, your hair and body was warm and dry, except your hole.
Your bleary sight is finally vivid, your eyes widened, you saw Toji still thrusting inside of you, you whimpered when your mind finally functions.
“ Well look who's finally awake. . . ”
He kissed your lips, with your mouth open, almost in instinct, slipping his warm pink tongue inside, he grips your thighs, pushing them up, folding you until you’re fully exposed under him. His cock hits that spot that makes you gurgle in the process, choking in your saliva, your hole feels so raw.
“ Did you sleep well, angel? You passed out. ”
“ Ngh— how long was I asleep. . ? ”
You barely nodded as you asked, your voice was hoarse and gravelly, with your swollen lips and eyes.
“ Almost for five hours. . .”
Your mouth agape, your eyes widened in fraction, you gripped onto his biceps.
“ Baby, what about your training. . ! Mr. Shiu w-would be so livid! ”
Toji merely dismissed you, thrusting his cock in and out of you, the cum is overflowing from the amount of loads that he dumped inside of your boycunt, he pressed down the bulge in your tummy, his canines peaking once again.
“ Training can wait, angel, I'm not done breeding you yet. . . ”
He starts thrusting harder, faster. His heavy balls still filled with his seed, he's so pent up from the days that he didn't get to fuck you because of those stupid trainings, from the times that he'd get so horny, wet dreams about you bouncing up and down his dick with his cum dripping down his shaft from your sopping wet cunt, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, creamy squelches, looong deliberate thrust dragged along your hole, like some cheap fleshlight, his personal cum dump.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
You can only moan and whimper as you take it all, you felt something vibrate on the bed, it was Toji's phone with an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, Toji noticed as he smirked,he accepted the call and put it on speaker, you stared curiously at him, he stared at you with his phone on his ear, you heard a quite familiar voice, annoying even.
“ Hello, Mr. Fushiguro? Again I apologize for what happened yesterday, It wasn't my intention to discover your lover, and harass him at that, your management told me to apologize to you and your lover, I signed the contract that I wouldn't reveal these events on the public eye, may I please apologize to him, If I may. . ? ”
“ Why of course? here he is. . . ”
Your eyes widened as you finally get what he was planning, you frowned at him, Toji merely smiled at you, mocking you, you flushed when he put the phone beside your ear, your hands weren't exactly available right now as it was restrained by his vice grip.
“ Ah, hello, I would like to apologize to you as well, as I said, it wasn't my intention to harass you, I was just so excited to see Mr. Fushiguro, and I didn't know that he has a lover, you were quite a beauty, I can see why he's so protective of you. . . ”
Toji gritted his teeth and jaw, he felt something inside of him, possessiveness and jealousy, his eyebrows knitted in irritation, that made him thrust upward inside of you, deep and hard, you tried to muffle your noises as you bit your lips, he gripped your hips down with his other hand onto the mattress, but you still tried to answer.
“ Y-yes. . . It's a-all good now— mhnghh— ”
“You like this. You like being used and stuffed full to the brim while that bastard hears us, don’t you? What a whore. . . ”
Toji leaned in to your other ear, he whispered with his hot breath fanning in the surface of your ear, every time his hips slam into yours, you feel the slap of his skin, the obscene slick of his cock grinding inside you, you really tried to muffle your moans but the heavy and squelching noises says it anyways.
“ O-oh, Is that so? I'm glad then. . . Though are you alright? you seem to be distracted. ”
“ No worries, I-i just pulled a muscle—! ”
He pressed his hips flush to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked hole, he then grabbed the phone back to him.
“ Alright, that's enough. bye, sayonara or whatever. ”
“ Ah— Goodbye— ”
Turning off the phone and tossed it on the side, he stared down at you, watching his thick shaft still piercing you for almost a day now.
“ Haaaah. . .ngh—Tojiiiii—”
He thrust in, hard, You jolted, a delicious moan spilling from your lips as he grinds his hips deeper, refusing to pull out, you’re shifted on your back, legs trembling while you're folded in half, gripping the sheets, while his cock pulses deep inside you—raw, hot, wet and creamy.
“ Such a good boy you are. ”
He breathes, and panted, his voice rough and almost hoarse, while he caressed your hips tenderly.
“ Took me so well and letting me fuck you dumb and fill you up just like you deserve. . .”
You merely nodded profusely, accepting your fate, because you're so sure that he wasn't done yet.
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