⤷ ♡ a cute little series about boxer toji & shy photographer reader ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
boxer toji is unanimously considered the most vicious & ruthless player within the university's boxing team — one who'll punch until his entire fists are coloured red & doesn't let up until his opponent is practically begging for mercy.
boxer toji isn't entirely known for his amicable nature, even amongst his own teammates. he's not rude or crass — he just prefers to keep to himself, coming in to practice & leaving to go back home for a pint.
shy photographer reader is part of the university's magazine committee as a member of the photography team. you're known as a real sweetheart, always looking out for your team & doing your very best to help everyone arond you.
shy photographer reader is usually assigned to photograph the sports teams, your photography always featuring in both the university's newspapers & magazines. and majority of the time, you're appointed to the boxing team . . & there's one athlete that you're always avoiding!
boxer toji notices how shy photographer reader constantly flees whenever he's around & he aims to get to the bottom of this!
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the car door shuts with a soft click.
the engine isn’t on yet, but neither of you move.
you can still feel the remnants of the night clinging to your skin—the cool air and leftover adrenaline.
you had climbed up a tree to get a cat, but ended up falling with the cat in your arms. luckily, you were caught by izuku before you hurt yourself.
his gloves are off, tossed in the backseat, and his hair is a mess from the wind, curls falling into his eyes.
“…that wasn't so bad,” you say, smiling sheepishly.
“yeah,” he chuckles, leaning back slightly. “just returning another cat back to it's owner.”
you let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “about that...”
“don't apologize again.”
“…it's so embarrassing!”
“don't worry, love. as your boyfriend, i'm supposed to be there when you fall anyway. just this time was literal.” he laughs softly.
“i suppose,” you say softly.
and then you lean in.
he freezes for half a second before melting into it as well. his warm palm comes up to cup, thumb brushing under your eye.
the kiss starts soft. hesitant, almost shy—as if he’s asking permission. you lean closer, hand sliding into his fluffy green hair.
his grip tightens in response, and with that, the kiss deepens.
neither of you wants to pull away. you can feel the way he exhales against you, the tension from patrol finally leaving his body as he leans into you more.
you finally pull back a few inches, his forehead resting against yours.
“…i missed that,” he admits quietly.
you smile, brushing your nose against his. “we were together all night.”
“well…not like this. we had to be professional, you know.”
this time, he leans in, less hesitant. still gentle, but more sure.
his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
you hum softly against his lips, and he smiles into the kiss.
“…we should probably go,” he pulls away, though he doesn’t move too far.
what if we stopped making Ambiguously Brown Character and started actually thinking about the race and ethnic features of the characters we made? what if instead of drawing a character that looks like you painted a white character brown, we started varying noses, lips, eyes, and hair? just a thought
I actually do think we should discourage women from becoming housewives. Do not become financially dependent on a man. That's how a lot of women ended up dead over the years. A man gets violent suddenly and you have to choose between homelessness or potentially dying at his hand because you have an enormous gap in your resume and no degrees or certifications or anything that will help you pursue a career that will allow you to be financially independent. He owns your bank account. His name is probably the one on the car. Try and leave and he can report it stolen. Where will you go then?
📃 ⌇ you want to divorce nanami. simple enough in theory—file the papers, wait for the signatures, move on with your life. unfortunately, nanami refuses to sign. and now the separation has become something far more complicated than just your husband refusing to let you go when your divorce lawyer, hiromi higuruma, seems to be getting a little too invested in the outcome of your case. who will you choose?
+ inspo from @bbfawns' post
♡ comment to be added to the taglist ♡
Chapter 01 :: 𝓣he 𝓟erfect 𝓗ousewife
— the routine of being nanami’s wife begins to feel suffocating, and you start to realize the life you once wanted may not be the life you want anymore.
Chapter 02 :: 𝓕iling your 𝓖oodbye
— you finally file the divorce papers, hoping for an easy separation. nanami refuses to sign.
Chapter 03 :: 𝓣erms and 𝓒onditions
— you meet your divorce lawyer, higuruma, to discuss the case and the complicated process ahead.
Chapter 04 :: 𝓒old 𝓢ilence
— you decide to give nanami the silent treatment while you go on a job search.
Chapter 05 :: 𝓑eing 𝓑etter
— nanami comes home from work early, an attempt to make things better between the two of you.
Chapter 06 :: 𝓒onflict of 𝓘nterest
— as the divorce process continues, higuruma becomes a constant presence in your life, though the line between professional and personal begins to blur.
Chapter 07 :: 𝓙ealousy, 𝓙ealousy
— nanami learns who your lawyer is and tension forms between the two men.
Chapter 08 :: 𝓤nspoken 𝓦ords
— a heated argument brings years of unspoken feelings to the surface.
Chapter 09 :: 𝓐 𝓛ove 𝓝ot 𝓠uite 𝓞ver
— the closer the divorce gets to being finalized, the harder it becomes to deny that something between you and nanami still remains.
Chapter 10 :: 𝓣he 𝓥erdict (1) / 𝓣he 𝓥erdict (2)
— when the moment of decision finally arrives, you must choose the future you want…and the person you want beside you (1 is nanami, 2 is higuruma).
you love your boyfriend, but satoru has a bad habit— doomscrolling.
he even tries to get you to participate in couple trends with him, which you do. like today...
he pops up in front of you out of nowhere, phone already in your face. “babe. babe. look. this could be us, pleaseee?” he whines.
you squint at the screen. it’s a video of a couple in a car, the sound listing out restaurants playing. caption reads "cracking every time we agree <3"
they open their eyes at the same time at wendy's and the video cuts. then they’re back, hair messy, grinning like idiots.
you frown. “what happened to them? did they get their wendy's?”
gojo sighs, exasperated. “you're so old!”
“it doesn’t even make sense,” you say, pushing the phone away. “why would agreeing lead to them looking like—”
“babe, they fucked.” he says it way too casually.
you stare at him and he stares back, completely serious.
“that’s—” you stop, blink. “you want to do that...?”
"obviously! please!!" he whines, batting his eyelashes at you.
"fine..."
.. ꒰ა 𝄞͏ ໒꒱ ..
“taco bell”
yours and satoru's eyes immediately shot open, locking in agreement.
“hell yeah!" he pauses the recording, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
his mouth is on your neck, wet and sloppy.
his fingers hook into your bottoms, pulling them off along with your panties. his long fingers rub circles around your nub, causing you to squirm.
"'toru!" you scold, biting your lip as you grind against him.
"what did i do?" he blinks at you with faux innocence, pulling his fingers away from you.
you groan in response. "you know exactly wha—ngh!"
he plunges them inside you without warning, two at once, curling hard.
your hips jerk off the seat as you let out a soft whine.
“hah! already dripping for me, hm?” satoru grins smugly and pulls his fingers out to show you how wet they are before licking them clean.
you blush at the sight but can’t help but feel turned on by his shamelessness.
“'toruuu…” you whimper as he pushes your legs apart and slides down between them.
his tongue flicks over your clit and you gasp in pleasure.
he sucks on it gently before moving lower to lap up all of your juices with long slow strokes.
he finally comes back up for air, pressing a kiss to each thigh before pulling off his shorts and boxers in one go and positioning himself right in front of your slit.
“are ya ready baby?” he coos with a smirk while rubbing his cock against your folds teasingly.
“yes please toruu!” you beg desperately.
he snickers, but slowly pushes inside of you inch by inch.
he stretches you out, filling you up completely, and you gasp at the sensation, clinging to his beefy arms as he begins to move back and forth into you.
he’s rough and relentless, pushing you to your limits with each thrust. his hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pounds into you.
“toru, i’m gonna cum,” you whimper, your body trembling with pleasure.
“then do it.” he breathes, his pace quickening as he chases his own release...and taco bell.
you let go, your orgasm washing over you, satoru following soon after, spilling inside of you with a loud grunt.
he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty from the intense session.
“you were amazing,” he breathes, kissing your forehead. “can we get the taco bell now?”
"hell yeah. should i get the soft or hard taco?" you ask, putting your clothes back on.
"i dunno, but i can make your taco a meat taco." he winks smugly, doing the same.
"you're so weird!" you scoff, delivering a light slap to his chest.
he raises his hands up in mock surrender with a chuckle. "nothing wrong with that, you love me."
৯ ✿ .. ⧼ 伏黒 甚爾 ⧽ 𓏻 wolf!𝒯oji is in rut and owner!𝓢hiu warned you, but... ╱ smut.
your owner, shiu, had warned you that toji was in rut. you should’ve listened. you were just so needy and in heat that you couldn't help it and went to him for help.
shiu was sitting back on the couch, cigarette glowing between his fingers, watching as toji had you pinned to the carpet, not making an effort to help you.
your little nails scrabbled at the floor as the massive wolf hybrid drove into you, panting against your ear.
“stop fighting,” toji growled, claws digging into your soft hips as he held them up, tail lashing as he rammed into you at a brutal pace. oh, you regret ignoring shiu's words, but it felt so good that you just couldn't stop coming back to him every time you were in heat.
“easy, toji,” shiu said lazily, blowing out smoke. “don’t hurt her, she's a rare breed.”
toji snarled, extremely rut-drunk. his tail lashes behind him, sharp teeth bared in a savage grin. “i’m not hurting her. look, she's soaking.” he pushes your legs to open up further with one hand, showing shiu the slick coating his cock every time he pulled out.
you buried your face in the floor, ears twitching in pleasure as the humiliating squelch of your arousal filled the room.
“p-please,” you gasped, desperate. whether you were pleading for mercy or more, you weren’t sure.
shiu exhaled a long drag, smoke floating into the air. "ease up. she's going to get hurt.”
but toji didn’t stop. he pushed you flat, his weight caging you beneath him. “fuck, that's it. take it, you were made for this,” he growled. his thrusts grew more erratic, deeper, harder, and your thighs shook violently in response as you let out more of your delicious moans.
you cum, your fluffy ears flattened against your soft hair as you scream into the carpet. shiu always made sure to take care of you well, but he didn't know what to do when you were in heat other than give you pills. but toji did. without the pills. and he always made you feel so good.
you twitched beneath him, whimpering from the stretch of his large cock in your smaller cunt, but he didn’t let go. his teeth sank into your neck possessively.
"enough, no marks," shiu said, finally standing up, stubbing out his cigarette. he crouched beside you, fingers catching a tear slipping down your cheek. his smirk was lazy, mocking. “told you, bunny. can’t say i didn’t warn you.”
his hand drifted lower, brushing over your red, overstimulated clit, making you jolt.
his thumb circled your clit lazily, a contrast in how soft the pressure was compared to the brutal stretch of your cunt around toji’s cock, which was still buried in you. your thighs are trying to squeeze shut, only for toji’s massive frame to keep you spread wide.
“sensitive, are we,” shiu hummed, watching the way you twitched against the carpet. “he’s got you filled up nice, hm?”
toji gave a low growl, eyes narrowing. “she wants more.” his hips shifted, grinding deeper inside you, your nails clawing helplessly at the rug. “this greedy little bunny always does.”
shiu’s thumb pressed harder, making you choke on a moan. “what a mess,” he said, tilting his head, lips curling in a smirk.
your fluffy ears twitched, pinned flat against your hair, and the sound you made was something between a sob and a whine.
toji’s teeth scraped over your neck again, careful not to break skin again, because then shiu would be upset. you came hard around toji, clenching so tight it pulled another snarl out of the wolf hybrid.
“fuck…” toji groaned. “can’t hold it…'m gonna fill her up again.”
“go on,” shiu said smoothly, watching your expression as his thumb worked you through another climax. “breed her stupid. she’ll take every drop, won’t you, bunny?”
your head nodded weakly into the carpet, tears sliding down your flushed cheeks as you cum yet again, leaving you boneless under them.
and that was how your heat usually went after shiu bought toji.
