Youโre the campus sweetheartโthe one people adore without trying to. Professors smile when you speak, classmates gravitate toward you naturally, strangers remember your name after one conversation. Youโre warmth and familiarity wrapped into one person.
And Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend?
Satoru Gojo is always with you.
Heโs leaned over your shoulder when you study, tugging your chair closer with his foot. Heโs walking you to class even when heโs late himself. Heโs waiting outside buildings just to walk you back across campus because he doesnโt trust the world enough with something so delicate.
If heโs not physically beside you, heโs close enough that people assume youโre together.
And when youโre not around?
He hates it.
โธป
Thatโs why the away game already pisses him off.
Nine hours. More, technicallyโbut whoโs counting?
Satoru slouches across the bus seat, knee bouncing, phone glued to his hand. He scrolls through photos, old messages, anything that reminds him of you. His teammates notice immediately.
โDude,โ Geto laughs, โyouโre acting like youโre being deployed.โ
Satoru groans. โI might as well be.โ
They joke. He sulks. He stares out the window, daydreaming about how he couldโve been better off spending his time with you.
โธป
By the time they get to the hotel, itโs late.
Like 1 a.m. late.
Satoru drops his bag and flops onto the bed, phone already in his hand. He checks the timeโpast midnight. Youโre most likely asleep. He knows that.
He texts you anyway.
Miss you.
Then: Got here safe.
Then, after a pause: Wish you were here. ยฐี(แแฃแ)ียฐ
No response.
He exhales slowly, chest tight. Being away from you always feels wrong, like something essential got left behind. Like heโs half a person trying to pass as whole.
If he were home, he wouldโve already kissed you hello by now. Mightโve stolen a few more if you let him. Mightโve even gotten lucky and be in between your thighs right now.
Instead, heโs miles away. Alone. Horny. Desperate.
Thatโs when he opens his hidden folder.
Your face fills the screen, familiar enough to make his throat tighten. He groans softly, rolling onto his side, phone held close like it might disappear if he doesnโt keep it there.
โThis is pathetic,โ he mutters, already losing the argument with himself.
He lowers his hand onto his already leaking cock, stifling a whimper as he does. He scrolls through the photos and videosโthere arenโt many, but enough that Satoru knows he could satisfy himself.
He selects a specific video. In this one, he has you on your stomach, borderline screaming into the pillow as he stuffs you. He doesnโt know what gets him so turned on whenever he has you like that.
Maybe itโs the fact that itโs his cock making you sound like that.
He strokes himself faster, tightening his grip. A groan slips out as he listens for a specific moanโhis favorite one, right when he hits your g-spot.
โF-fuckโฆ so goodโฆ sound so goodโฆโ he whispers, to no one really, unable to contain it.
He opens his eyes, not even realizing heโd closed them, too lost in the pleasure. On the screen, your back arches sinfully, pushing back onto his cock. Thatโs when he gives it to you, making you howl.
Satoru swears youโre a siren with the way your voice has control over him. He tenses as his orgasm takes over, dropping his phone and groaning into his palm so he doesnโt alert anyone nearby.
Cum is everywhereโon his t-shirt, the hotel bedsheets, the blanket. Heโd never come that hard from just jerking off.
Satoru comes to terms with the fact that youโre either a siren or a succubus. Either way, he still loves you.
When itโs over and everything is cleaned up, Satoru lies there staring at the ceiling, phone facedown on his bed, heart still racing. Relief fades fast, replaced by that same ache.
Itโs never enough when it isnโt really you.
โธป
Game day comes fast.
Basketball is the only thing that reliably shuts his brain up, and even then, you linger at the edges of his thoughts. During warm-ups, he rolls his shoulders loose, fingers flexing, breath steadying as the court lights blaze overhead.
Once the game starts, thoughโhe locks in.
Satoru moves fast and aggressive, cutting through defenders with ease. He drives hard to the hoop, sinks shot after shot, grin sharp every time the ball swishes clean through the net. The crowdโs loud, his teammates feed off him, and by the final buzzer, the win is undeniable.
He barely celebrates.
Heโs already checking his phone.
A message from you waits.
Go kill it today. I love you. ๐ค
His smile softens immediately.
โธป
That night stretches long again.
That night, after dinner with the team, he returns to the hotel late again. The room feels just as empty as it did before.
So he calls you.
Your voice fills his ear, familiar and warm, and Satoru melts into the mattress. You talk about your dayโhow your professor did something dumb, how it made you laugh, how campus feels quieter without him.
He listens.
At least, he tries to.
But his focus slips fast. Your voice does that to him. Smooths out his thoughts until all he can really hear is you. The way you ramble. The way you say his name like it belongs to you.
His hand moves without hesitation this time. Slow, deliberate. Shamelessโbut quiet. He keeps it careful, not because heโs guilty, but because he wants to hear you better.
Thatโs the point.
You pause mid-sentence.
โโฆSatoru.โ
He stills.
โAre you jerking off?โ
Thereโs no use lying. He exhales softly, almost amused.
โYes.โ
You laugh. โYouโre disgusting. Getting off to my voice like that?โ
Then, teasingly: โThat desperate, huh?โ
He swallows hard. Always.
Thereโs movement on your endโfabric shifting, a soft rustle.
โโฆAre you,โ he asks quietly, voice betraying him just a little, โtouching yourself too?โ
You laugh again. You donโt deny it.
Satoru tightens his grip, just knowing youโre touching yourself too, making him leak like a broken faucet.
โBabe, youโre killing me over hereโฆโ he whispers, choking on a moan as he presses just beneath the head of his tip.
โBaby? Babyโฆ? Please talk to me. Say something,โ Satoru begs, needing to hear your voice to soothe him. He swears he hears a small whimper in the background.
โYou can be so noisy, Satoruโฆ yโknow that, right?โ you say breathlessly, bite clear beneath the teasing tone. โJust whine and whine. I should hang up and not let you get any satisfaction from my voice.โ
You arenโt shy about what youโre doing. The rustling on your end is loud enough to make it obvious youโre riding a pillow.
Legs trembling, you spit out more words at Gojo, not missing the way he mewls at every one of them, moaning desperately in response.
Satoru jerks himself off with tight, fast strokes.
โOh, babyโฆ I wish I was there right now. Iโd fuck you so goodโf-fuck.โ
โYeah? I wish you were here tooโฆ ngh.โ
Satoru loses all sense as you slip deeper into pleasure, mumbling sweet nothings while you moan your heart out.
He keens, tightening his grip as he imagines itโs you torturing him like this. Then he tenses, spilling all over himself at the sound of you reaching your peak.
When itโs over, Satoru exhales shakily, phone still pressed to his ear like itโs keeping him grounded.
โIโm serious,โ he murmurs, voice rough but fond.
โWhen I get homeโฆ Iโm not letting you out of bed.โ
You laugh softly and tell him youโll be waiting.
โ PUNCH MY V-CARD?! โโ boxer! toji x male reader
๊ 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.
โ 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 HIโ
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.
โ Calm down, pretty. He's not dead. โ
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.
โ How did you know of this place..? โ
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.
โ Let's just say that I like to explore. โ
โ And go skip classes? How adventurous. โ
โ Wow. I just saved your ass and this is what you're going to pay me back? โ
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.
โ Stay. โ
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 togetherโ 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.
โ Do you hear me, Fushiguro? โ
โ Loud nโ clear, boss. โ
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.
โ Yikesโ! That will sent me to coma, immediately. . .โ
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.
โ Are you Toji Fushiguro's manager, can I please get his autograph? Is he here?! โ
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..?
โ 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. โ
You politely dismissed the fan, only for him to clasp your hand together, you gasp.
โ Uhm, Sir.. I think this is not a great ideโ โ
โ Would you please accompany me to the backstage? โ
This. . .This man is really stubborn and quite irritating.
โBut this is the back stage, you just got the specific venue wrong. Dumbass.โ
You internally thought, as you retreat one of you arm from his grip, you gave him the look.
โ Fine, follow me. โ
โ Woah, you're really kind...โ
โ Quiet. โ
You led him to backstage room, only to found the PR team already tidying up the place, some of the staff greeted you.
โ This is the backstage, you may sit right over there.. โ
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.
โ 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. โ
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,
โ What'd I tell ya about meeting my fans, hmm. . .? You dumb boy. โ
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.
โ Fuuckโ look at you, clenching your cute little cunt on my fingers. โ
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.
โ Nghhโ m'sorry. . . won't do it again! โ
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.
โ NGHHโ โ
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.
โ Such a greedy slut, aren't you, doll? โ
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.
โ I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing that your mouth will babble is my fat fucking cock. โ
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.
โ P-please you're tooโ deeeep. . .โ
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.
โ Shut up and take itโ you dumb boy. โ
You drool into your pillow, like some cheap whore, you yearnโ 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.
โ Are you trying to snap my dick in half, Doll? โ
Toji then gathered your legs together, your thighs collided, lifting your legs over your head, gripping it tightly, he sloooowlyโ 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.
โ Sooo bigโ too muchhh nghh. . .โ
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.
โ Look honey, Daddy's soooโ deep inside of your boy pussy. . .โ
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 daysโ 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.
โ Doing so good for me, aren't you my angel? โ
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.
โ Two can play that game. . . โ
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.
โ Baby, can I wash you as well. . ? โ
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.
โ Aren't you a sweetheart? โ
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.
โ Careful now, wouldn't want you to drown and hit your head, angel. โ
โ Shut it. . .โ
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.
โ You think we're done yet? Nuh uh. . . โ
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, veinedโ 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.
โ Fuuuckโ you're so fucking tight. โ
Toji cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside youโhot, thick spurts of his creamy load that made your thighs spasmed.
โ No matter how many times I fucked this pussy, it's still so fucking tight. โ
He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you moanedโa 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.
โ NGHHโ s-slow down. . ! โ
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.
โFuuuckโ fuckโ take itโ โ
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.
Tojiโs 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.
โ Well look who's finally awake. . . โ
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 youโre 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.
โ Did you sleep well, angel? You passed out. โ
โ Nghโ how long was I asleep. . ? โ
You barely nodded as you asked, your voice was hoarse and gravelly, with your swollen lips and eyes.
โ Almost for five hours. . .โ
Your mouth agape, your eyes widened in fraction, you gripped onto his biceps.
โ Baby, what about your training. . ! Mr. Shiu w-would be so livid! โ
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.
โ Training can wait, angel, I'm not done breeding you yet. . . โ
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.
โ 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. . ? โ
โ Why of course? here he is. . . โ
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.
โ 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. . . โ
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.
โ Y-yes. . . It's a-all good nowโ mhnghhโ โ
โYou like this. You like being used and stuffed full to the brim while that bastard hears us, donโt you? What a whore. . . โ
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.
โ O-oh, Is that so? I'm glad then. . . Though are you alright? you seem to be distracted. โ
โ No worries, I-i just pulled a muscleโ! โ
He pressed his hips flush to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked hole, he then grabbed the phone back to him.
โ Alright, that's enough. bye, sayonara or whatever. โ
โ Ahโ Goodbyeโ โ
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.
โ Haaaah. . .nghโTojiiiiiโโ
He thrust in, hard, You jolted, a delicious moan spilling from your lips as he grinds his hips deeper, refusing to pull out, youโre shifted on your back, legs trembling while you're folded in half, gripping the sheets, while his cock pulses deep inside youโraw, hot, wet and creamy.
โ Such a good boy you are. โ
He breathes, and panted, his voice rough and almost hoarse, while he caressed your hips tenderly.
โ Took me so well and letting me fuck you dumb and fill you up just like you deserve. . .โ
You merely nodded profusely, accepting your fate, because you're so sure that he wasn't done yet.
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๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ . toji fushiguro x reader
๐๐ฐ. argument, relationship tension, jealousy, possessiveness, drunk reader, flirting for reaction, location tracking (consensual but mentioned), emotional manipulation undertones, degradation kink, rough sex, dominant toji, explicit language, praise/degrade mix, post-argument intimacy, toxic communication patterns, reconciliation through sex
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๐/๐. btw reader CAN consent in this they are NOT being used without consent !!
You donโt remember what the argument was even about anymore.
Something small. Something stupid. It always starts that way with Toji.
Raised voices. Sharp words. Him shutting down instead of explaining. You saying something just to hurt him back.
The kind of silence that follows that felt louder than the yelling ever did.
He leaves the apartment first. Says he needs air. Says heโll text you later.
He doesnโt look at you when he says it.
You donโt text him.
You stare at your phone for a while. Think about it. Consider typing something just to break the tension.
You donโt.
Instead, you go out.
โธป
The bar is loud, warm, crowded. Your friends are already tipsy when you arrive, and you let yourself melt into itโinto the music, into the drinks, into the feeling of not thinking.
You let the bass shake the thoughts loose.
You let the alcohol blur the edges of the argument.
Youโre drunk faster than you expect.
Thatโs when some guy slides up beside you.
He buys you a drink. Smiles too easily. Says something that isnโt even that funnyโbut you laugh anyway. A little louder than necessary. A little brighter than you feel.
You tilt your head just slightly.
You hold eye contact a second too long.
You know what youโre doing.
You just donโt care.
Or maybe you do.
Maybe you want Toji to feel it.
Even if he isnโt here to see it.
โธป
Toji shows up twenty minutes later.
Not because heโs stalking you. Not because he doesnโt trust you.
Because he still has your location.
Because he knows youโre out.
Because he loves you.
Because even when heโs mad, even when heโs frustrated, he still makes sure you get home safe.
He doesnโt walk up to you. Doesnโt interrupt. Doesnโt cause a scene.
He doesnโt drag you away.
He doesnโt glare at the guy.
He just stands at a distance.
Watching.
Hands in his pockets. Jaw set.
Making sure youโre safe. Giving you your space, and letting you cool off.
Until he notices.
The way the guy leans too close.
The way your hand lingers on the glass.
The way you laugh again.
The way your body sways just slightly toward him.
Youโre drunk. The guy isnโt
Toji clocks that immediately. His jaw tightens, fingers flex once at his side.
He isnโt fully blaming you.
He knows youโre upset. He knows youโre drunk. He knows he left first.
But heโs still upset.
Because youโre his.
And someone else is looking at you like they want something they canโt have.
โธป
You feel him before you see him.
That heavy presence. That quiet awareness that settles against your skin.
It makes your shoulders straighten.
You turn your headโand there he is.
Across the room.
Watching.
Not storming over.
Not calling your name.
Just watching.
You arenโt surprised.
You knew heโd show up eventually. He always does. Always hovering somewhere close enough to catch you if you fall.
You smile.
You excuse yourself from the guy without much explanation and stumble your way toward Toji instead.
He doesnโt move toward you.
He makes you come to him.
โHii babyyy.. hicโ you say, words slightly slurred, smiling like nothingโs wrong.
Like you didnโt just flirt with someone else on purpose.
Like you didnโt know he was probably somewhere nearby the whole time.
Toji doesnโt scold you.
Doesnโt accuse you. He doesnโt even ask what you were doing.
He just reaches out automatically, steadying you by the waist when you nearly trip over your own feet.
His grip is firm, rubbing your sides softly.
โYouโre drunk,โ he mutters.
You hum in agreement, leaning into him without hesitation. Itโs like instinct.
He smells like home.
Like the couch you argue on.
Like the bed you sleep in.
You miss the way heโs been slightly smiling at you since you walked over. Amused even.
With that small, dangerous curve of his mouth.
Like heโs letting you think youโre getting away with something.
โธป
You leave together without saying much.
Your friends donโt question it. They never do.
His hand stays firm on your lower back as he guides you out of the bar.
Not pushing. Never rough.
Just enough pressure to remind you heโs there.
The night air sobers you just a little.
Your head clears enough to remember what you were trying to do.
He doesnโt speak until youโre alone.
Until the music is gone. Until the crowd isnโt watching.
Until itโs just the two of you and the echo of everything unsaid.
Then his voice drops low.
โYouโre that desperate for some attention?โ
Thereโs no yelling. No accusation.
Just quiet heat.
You look up at him through your lashes.
You smirk.
โMaybe.โ
You want to see what heโll do.
Thatโs when he snaps.
โธป
โHoly shit,โ you gasp, clawing at the bed sheets as Toji rams into you from behind.
Toji chuckles behind you, pressing your head back down into the pillow. Heโs buried so deep inside you, reaching places that make your thoughts go blank.
โJust an attention whore, huh?โ Toji degrades, and you whimper into the sheets.
โJust canโt get enough, can you? Always fucking searching.โ He emphasizes it with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a broken sound from your throat.
โNo..! J-just yours..โ you whimper into the pillow, pushing back to meet him.
Everything is loud and filthyโskin slapping against skin, the wet sound of where youโre joined filling the room.
He thrusts into you againโabsolutely brutal. Knocking the breath out of your chest.
โDonโt stop,โ you gasp, gripping the pillow. โPlease donโtโโ
โWhoโs stopping?โ he murmurs against your neck. โNot me, baby.โ
The bed groans as Toji puts his full weight into it, driving into you harder. Your body jolts with every snap of his hips.
He can tell youโre close by the way you tighten around him, the way your body starts to tremble beneath his hands.
He leans in, pressing you down firmly, lips brushing your ear.
โCโmon, baby.โ
The coil in your stomach snaps. Pleasure crashes through you, making your body go slack and tense all at once, your breath stuttering as you come undone around him.
Toji groans when you clench tight, hips stuttering as he follows with a rough thrust, burying himself as he finishes.
You barely get a second to breathe before heโs gripping your hips again, flipping you onto your back and pushing your legs apart.
And heโs inside you again before the room even stops spinning.
โโ
Afterward, the tension shifts.
The sharpness melts into something heavier. Quieter.
The anger bleeds out of the room, leaving behind something raw.
He looks smug as hell, but he also just looks at you like heโs still trying to figure out whether heโs angryโฆ or just scared of losing you.
Like the thought of someone else touching you did something ugly to his chest.
His hand comes up to your jaw, not rough this time.
His thumb brushes along your skin slowly.
โYou donโt need anyone else looking at you like that,โ he mutters.
โชแตแต satoru gojo canโt get enough of you ๐พ - word count - 2.5k satoru gojo is stupidly clingy and absolutely hates being away from you. an away basketball game turns into hours of sulking, missing you, and getting painfully desperate. late-night texts turn into calls, calls turn into tension, and distance makes everything worse. he wins the game, but itโs you he really needsโand by the end of the night, heโs counting down the seconds until he can get back to you. (long-distance yearning, desperation, clingy gojo, mutual need, smut, fluffy)
โชแตแต you just want attention ๐พ - word count - 2.6k you and toji argue. something small, something stupid โ but it lingers. he leaves to cool off, you go out to cool offโฆ and maybe to make him jealous. you flirt. you drink. he shows up anyway, watching from a distance like he always does. he doesnโt interrupt. he doesnโt stop you. he just waits. and when you finally walk over to him like nothing happened? yeah. thatโs when he snaps. (jealousy, drunk reader, possessive toji, argument sex, โyouโre that desperate for some attention?โ, toxic but in love.)
Youโre the campus sweetheartโthe one people adore without trying to. Professors smile when you speak, classmates gravitate toward you naturally, strangers remember your name after one conversation. Youโre warmth and familiarity wrapped into one person.
And Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend?
Satoru Gojo is always with you.
Heโs leaned over your shoulder when you study, tugging your chair closer with his foot. Heโs walking you to class even when heโs late himself. Heโs waiting outside buildings just to walk you back across campus because he doesnโt trust the world enough with something so delicate.
If heโs not physically beside you, heโs close enough that people assume youโre together.
And when youโre not around?
He hates it.
โธป
Thatโs why the away game already pisses him off.
Nine hours. More, technicallyโbut whoโs counting?
Satoru slouches across the bus seat, knee bouncing, phone glued to his hand. He scrolls through photos, old messages, anything that reminds him of you. His teammates notice immediately.
โDude,โ Geto laughs, โyouโre acting like youโre being deployed.โ
Satoru groans. โI might as well be.โ
They joke. He sulks. He stares out the window, daydreaming about how he couldโve been better off spending his time with you.
โธป
By the time they get to the hotel, itโs late.
Like 1 a.m. late.
Satoru drops his bag and flops onto the bed, phone already in his hand. He checks the timeโpast midnight. Youโre most likely asleep. He knows that.
He texts you anyway.
Miss you.
Then: Got here safe.
Then, after a pause: Wish you were here. ยฐี(แแฃแ)ียฐ
No response.
He exhales slowly, chest tight. Being away from you always feels wrong, like something essential got left behind. Like heโs half a person trying to pass as whole.
If he were home, he wouldโve already kissed you hello by now. Mightโve stolen a few more if you let him. Mightโve even gotten lucky and be in between your thighs right now.
Instead, heโs miles away. Alone. Horny. Desperate.
Thatโs when he opens his hidden folder.
Your face fills the screen, familiar enough to make his throat tighten. He groans softly, rolling onto his side, phone held close like it might disappear if he doesnโt keep it there.
โThis is pathetic,โ he mutters, already losing the argument with himself.
He lowers his hand onto his already leaking cock, stifling a whimper as he does. He scrolls through the photos and videosโthere arenโt many, but enough that Satoru knows he could satisfy himself.
He selects a specific video. In this one, he has you on your stomach, borderline screaming into the pillow as he stuffs you. He doesnโt know what gets him so turned on whenever he has you like that.
Maybe itโs the fact that itโs his cock making you sound like that.
He strokes himself faster, tightening his grip. A groan slips out as he listens for a specific moanโhis favorite one, right when he hits your g-spot.
โF-fuckโฆ so goodโฆ sound so goodโฆโ he whispers, to no one really, unable to contain it.
He opens his eyes, not even realizing heโd closed them, too lost in the pleasure. On the screen, your back arches sinfully, pushing back onto his cock. Thatโs when he gives it to you, making you howl.
Satoru swears youโre a siren with the way your voice has control over him. He tenses as his orgasm takes over, dropping his phone and groaning into his palm so he doesnโt alert anyone nearby.
Cum is everywhereโon his t-shirt, the hotel bedsheets, the blanket. Heโd never come that hard from just jerking off.
Satoru comes to terms with the fact that youโre either a siren or a succubus. Either way, he still loves you.
When itโs over and everything is cleaned up, Satoru lies there staring at the ceiling, phone facedown on his bed, heart still racing. Relief fades fast, replaced by that same ache.
Itโs never enough when it isnโt really you.
โธป
Game day comes fast.
Basketball is the only thing that reliably shuts his brain up, and even then, you linger at the edges of his thoughts. During warm-ups, he rolls his shoulders loose, fingers flexing, breath steadying as the court lights blaze overhead.
Once the game starts, thoughโhe locks in.
Satoru moves fast and aggressive, cutting through defenders with ease. He drives hard to the hoop, sinks shot after shot, grin sharp every time the ball swishes clean through the net. The crowdโs loud, his teammates feed off him, and by the final buzzer, the win is undeniable.
He barely celebrates.
Heโs already checking his phone.
A message from you waits.
Go kill it today. I love you. ๐ค
His smile softens immediately.
โธป
That night stretches long again.
That night, after dinner with the team, he returns to the hotel late again. The room feels just as empty as it did before.
So he calls you.
Your voice fills his ear, familiar and warm, and Satoru melts into the mattress. You talk about your dayโhow your professor did something dumb, how it made you laugh, how campus feels quieter without him.
He listens.
At least, he tries to.
But his focus slips fast. Your voice does that to him. Smooths out his thoughts until all he can really hear is you. The way you ramble. The way you say his name like it belongs to you.
His hand moves without hesitation this time. Slow, deliberate. Shamelessโbut quiet. He keeps it careful, not because heโs guilty, but because he wants to hear you better.
Thatโs the point.
You pause mid-sentence.
โโฆSatoru.โ
He stills.
โAre you jerking off?โ
Thereโs no use lying. He exhales softly, almost amused.
โYes.โ
You laugh. โYouโre disgusting. Getting off to my voice like that?โ
Then, teasingly: โThat desperate, huh?โ
He swallows hard. Always.
Thereโs movement on your endโfabric shifting, a soft rustle.
โโฆAre you,โ he asks quietly, voice betraying him just a little, โtouching yourself too?โ
You laugh again. You donโt deny it.
Satoru tightens his grip, just knowing youโre touching yourself too, making him leak like a broken faucet.
โBabe, youโre killing me over hereโฆโ he whispers, choking on a moan as he presses just beneath the head of his tip.
โBaby? Babyโฆ? Please talk to me. Say something,โ Satoru begs, needing to hear your voice to soothe him. He swears he hears a small whimper in the background.
โYou can be so noisy, Satoruโฆ yโknow that, right?โ you say breathlessly, bite clear beneath the teasing tone. โJust whine and whine. I should hang up and not let you get any satisfaction from my voice.โ
You arenโt shy about what youโre doing. The rustling on your end is loud enough to make it obvious youโre riding a pillow.
Legs trembling, you spit out more words at Gojo, not missing the way he mewls at every one of them, moaning desperately in response.
Satoru jerks himself off with tight, fast strokes.
โOh, babyโฆ I wish I was there right now. Iโd fuck you so goodโf-fuck.โ
โYeah? I wish you were here tooโฆ ngh.โ
Satoru loses all sense as you slip deeper into pleasure, mumbling sweet nothings while you moan your heart out.
He keens, tightening his grip as he imagines itโs you torturing him like this. Then he tenses, spilling all over himself at the sound of you reaching your peak.
When itโs over, Satoru exhales shakily, phone still pressed to his ear like itโs keeping him grounded.
โIโm serious,โ he murmurs, voice rough but fond.
โWhen I get homeโฆ Iโm not letting you out of bed.โ
You laugh softly and tell him youโll be waiting.
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