tojiyes

[tojiyes]

FUELED APOLOGY ☾

angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match

tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,

the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…

he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.

“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.

you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.

“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.

it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.

yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.

“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.

he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!

his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.

you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.

you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.

so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—

“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.

“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“

“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.

“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“

“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.

“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“

“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.

“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—

“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“

“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.

he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?

“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”

“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.

toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”

“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.

“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.

“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.

“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”

“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“

“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.

“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.

“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.

“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.

“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.

the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?

“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”

you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.

“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.

your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.

your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.

your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.

his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.

the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.

you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—

“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.

“what—“

“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.

“what’s wrong?”

“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?

“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?

“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.

“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“

“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.

“toji we need to get you ready—“

“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.

“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—

“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“

“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“

“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.

“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“

“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.

“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.

“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.

“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.

“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—

“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.

“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”

“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.

“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.

“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.

you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—

“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.

you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.

your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…

once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—

“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”

you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.

you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.

everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—

pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.

“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.

“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”

“how so?” he raises a brow.

“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.

“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.

“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.

“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”

his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”

he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.

just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹

[tojiyes]

Oml what about loser! kuroo thigh fucking bully!reader bcs she mad at him smth?

omg omg omg omg loser!kuroo being incredibly horny but reader is so pissed off him that she doesn't even want to give him a handy or let him eat her out sksksk

words: 489 cw: fem!reader, intercrural sex/thigh sex, humiliation, crying, implied oral (f receiving) minors dni

"please, please, baby i'm sorry," he rambles, tears streaming down his face as he says anything to feel the warm comfort of your cunt again. but you don't even acknowledge him as you scroll through tiktok.

that's probably the worst of it. you won't throw an insult his way, seemingly unfazed by the big man on top of you, folding your body in half as he desperately tries to get off by sliding his heavy cock between your thighs.

kuroo doesn't know what he did to be on the receiving end of your ire but it must have been bad enough if you weren't even looking at him. he offered to give you pleasure instead but you wouldn't let him shove his head between your thighs.

instead, you spread your legs for him and gave kuroo a look that said "you're lucky i'm giving you this," before turning your attention to your phone.

"i'll do anything, please i'm sorry," he whines, his thrusts getting sloppier. the touch of your skin does enough to get him off judging by the slippery mess he leaves between the plush of your thighs. but nothing would ever compare to the feeling of burying his cock so deep within you that he nearly passes out.

but you give him nothing except a bored sigh. not even a quirk of your eyebrow or a glance in his direction. you were letting him use you like a toy—something for kuroo to use to get off.

it pained him but also made him so fucking hard.

"oh my—fuck, baby," he gasps, pathetically wiping his tears away as he presses your thighs harder against his cock, increasing his pleasure. "please let me eat you out. let me fuck you. let me do something. it's not the same if i can't make you feel good too, baby...fuck!"

kuroo's cum covers your thighs and spills onto your stomach. for someone who complained about it not being enough, he was able to make an absolute mess of your lower half. his entire body shakes above you and he’s sure you can feel the stray tears hitting your skin.

“i’m sorry, let me—let me just make it better, please,” he breathes, head laying on your chest as he tries to collect himself. he’s so weak for your body that even your thighs can get him to cum that hard, how shameful.

but you don’t give kuroo the time to reflect. for the first time that night, he feels your hands on him. your fingers pull at his hair to push him away and show him the mess in between your legs. most of his cum dripped down to your pussy, painting it white with his seed.

your beautiful, haunting eyes bore into his and kuroo knows what to do without you uttering a single word. and suddenly all of the shame is worth it when he hears a gasp leave your lips.

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[tojiyes]

Osamu is not the partying type.

Yes, he knows how to have a good time, be able to put back a few and let loose with his old buddies from volleyball, when his employees hit a milestone or a birthday, he’s always been able to monitor just how much he’s drinking to keep a level head.

But for as much as Osamu could drink? Easily tripled by the challenge of Sunarin or Atsumu.

And tonight, when the former helps an inebriated Osamu past the threshold into your home with the cockiest smirk on his face, you know Atsumu is just as drunk in the back of Aran’s car.

“Does the shop needed to be closed tomorrow?” You grumble, and Rintaro shrugs as he passes your boyfriend to your shoulder.

“Kita-San insisted on cleaning up- granted it was Atsumu’s puke, but the restaurant’s clean none the less, if you had to open.”

“Gonna literally kiss him on the mouth,” you sigh, nodding a smile to Suna. “Thanks for getting him home alive.”

“No worries. Just make sure he drinks plenty of water. Drank Atsumu under the whole damn table.”

“Will do. Get home safe, hun.”

With that, the middle blocker parts, leaving you with the inebriated chef who towers over you, despite swaying and leaning 98% of his weight on you.

Great.

“Fucking asshole,” you grumble. “Was only having a few drinks and taking an Uber too much for you to handle-“

“My girlfriend doesn’t like me taking Uber’s,” Osamu says as sternly as he could. “Says they’re dangerous.”

You chuckle at his words, echoed from you every time he suggests it.

“Your girlfriend sounds like a really smart lady.” He leans his entire weight on you now, and you grunt softly as you aide him in the house, tripping over his own feet as you both waddle.

“Awwww yeah,” Osamu assures proudly. “So smart... like the other day I lost my earbuds...” his voice trails off in the middle of his story, as if he forgot the timeline. “And she’s got these like, boobs...” he smiles dopily as he remembers your… features, and you offer him a full blown laugh and a smack against his chest. Wide eyes flick down to your frame, and he blanches- as much as he could, his cheeks were a scarlet flush from the alcohol- at your touch.

“No thanks,” he pouts. “I ‘ave a girlfriend… ‘nd she’ll come fight you if you touch me…” he gathers your hands in his before messily shoving them back towards your chest, “is not you- is me. I love her. ‘N she’ll fight you.”

Is that what he tells people?

“Your girlfriend doesn’t scare me,” you snort, plopping him down on the couch while he giggles a soft “whee!” You shake your head as you help him take off his shoes, “maybe she shouldn’t let such a handsome man go out all by himself.”

“She loves me!” He pouts. Not that that’s what you said, but sure. “Here, I’ll give her a call right now, ‘nd she’ll make you cry.”

“Go for it, baby.”

He gives you a scowl and clumsily clicks at his phone, eyes crossing every once in a while from the brightness. He passes you his phone, “can… can you j’ss click her?? She’s under ‘wifey.’” Sure enough, as you take his phone and scroll through the texts he’s sent through the night, and your heart flutters at the sight of your contact name: Wifey 🌹💍

With a smirk, you click the contact and call yourself, staring back at osamu when just a few feet away, your phone buzzes on the couch. His head lazily lulls over to see it, “yer already on the phone, I’ll get it-“ he clicks the big, green answer button. “Hello?”

“Osamu?”

“Baby!” He yells in the receiver. “Save me, I got this lady tryna take off my pants!” He gives you another glare, and you poke your tongue in your cheek. “Told her that you’d come fight her so…”

“Is she pretty?”

At your question, Osamu’s jaw slacks and opens repeatedly, incredulously trying to find the words that could convey his emotions for the question. “B-Baby!”

“Osamu-“

“That doesn’t matter! I’m not Assmu, ‘m loyal! You gonna come fight fer me or what?”

“Oh my god-“ you hang up his phone and toss it back to him, grabbing yours from his weak grip. “Sweetheart, I’m your girlfriend,” you remind him, pulling your phone out and showing him your lock screen. Eyes flick between you and the picture, and clearly he’s very confused how you caught this without his consent. You roll your eyes and promptly show him his own lock screen, which is you both at an MSBY game. “See? You love me or something, remember?”

Then, his thick brows furrow, and his head rolls around his neck as if shaking for the memories of you two together.

“Waitta minute,” he says suspiciously, leaning back fully against the couch. “You’re ma girlfriend?” Grey eyes glaze over you, and you wonder if this will lead to a brawl in the morning, or if it’s a genuine question that just so happens to sound like he’s disappointed.

“Yeah,” you scoff. “You got a problem with that?”

His eyes flick over you one more time, and a slow smirk splays on his face- you know he thinks he’s putting the moves on you, but it’s so hard to not just laugh in his face as he’s doing so.

“Fuckin’ score dawg,” he says to himself, raising one hand before using the other to give himself a high-five. You’re unable to fight the snort that pulls from your mouth, collapsing against him while you laugh in his chest. “‘M gonna tell my brother,” he hiccups. “Gonna be soooo pissed that I got such a pretty girlfriend…”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that Atsumu actually set you two up, so you let his drunken mind formulate a fake scenario that he will no doubt forget come following the nauseating hangover in the morning.

But that’s okay; even drunk enough to be concerning, it makes you happy to know Osamu still is loyal to a fault, telling other women about you and trying his best to make you sound scary.

Even if you are the other woman, apparently.

[tojiyes]

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(Dom!)Jealous!Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

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When Xavier decided to bring a mattress and some pillows and blankets into his shed some time ago, he most certainly didn't expect them to be used like this, ever.

His cock throbbed almost painfully inside his dress pants. He didn't expect to be rock hard for the entire time he and Val were out for a date out in Jericho. And yet there she was, showing him the insides of her bag and he choked on his own spit when he saw the head of the wand peeking out from underneath her wallet before she gave him a playful wink and went towards the Uber they ordered. He most certainly didn't expect her to actually stroke his bulge through his pants with her knee for the entire time they sat in Weathervane while she kept whispering how much she wanted him to fuck her dumb tonight over her coffee mug. How she smiled at him innocently when he whimpered pathetically and asked him if he was alright, just as he desperately tried to hide his burning cheeks behind the curtain of his hair.

But when she went over to the counter to pay - a seemingly kind act on her side, considering his not-so-decent state - and leaned over the counter to fucking flirt with the new barista instead of just giving him money, he felt a surge of jealousy bite at his neck. He didn't like sharing, so when he saw what looked like her gliding her fingers over the new guy's forearm, all while batting her eyelashes at him and smiling her gorgeous smile, he felt frustrated and almost territorial, surprising himself for a second. But on the other hand, Xavier knew the guy was obviously gone by this point. He knew he would be in his shoes.

He ogled her in a way that made Xavier want to get up and kiss her aggressively to show him he should back off, to make him see she wasn't up for grabs. He knew this look all too well, he knew why the barista straightened his back, puffed out his chest and flexed his biceps just slightly, so it could come off as an innocent act and not showing off. He wondered how his eyes didn't burn holes in the side of the barista's head by now. He knew the dude wanted to fuck Val by now. He knew it, because he desperately did want to do that too.

Xavier was fuming by that point. His usually full lips were merely a thin line, a scowl twisting his handsome features, making his sharp jaw twitch. His knuckles white on his own empty mug as he turned it in his hands, his green eyes following Val's every movement. A snarl emerging every time her hands came into contact with the barista's skin - or so he thought as the tip jar obstructed his line of vision. He hated this, hated the fact he wasn't the one on the receiving end of Val's advances. He also hated the fact he was getting so worked up basically over nothing. She wouldn't do any of that on purpose, she just was flirty, being herself. She would never cheat, that he was certain of.

But he then saw a glimpse of her upper thigh, glistening and he frowned, a bit taken aback. He followed the trail up only to see her hitch up her skirt just a little bit - yet enough for him to see what should be her panties. But there were none.

His eyes roamed, unblinkingly, over her pink and soft pussy lips, puckered out just right from in between her legs, glistening in the dimmed light of the café. He knew her clit was swollen and ready too, as the rest of her pretty cunt was - he remembered it peeking out, inviting him to latch his lips onto it every time she spread her legs for him. He remembered the moans it rewarded him with and he shuddered, the mug almost clattering on the table as he gripped it even tighter. His pants were so fucking uncomfortable.

For a second he thought he imagined things. But then his eyes locked with hers, as she looked over her shoulder at him, batting her eyelashes innocently and the smirk that adorned her face told him he wasn't crazy. This was real. And he realised she did all of this to get to him, to rile him up apparently for reasons unknown for him. He wanted to be petty, to pretend he did not care, not to give in to whatever she was doing right now, but he knew he was gone by now too - the jealousy and possessivness took over Xavier, firing up the lust he already felt since before they left for their date.

Within seconds he was at Val's side, tugging at her skirt to pull it down and make sure no one else would see her bare cunt.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Xavier hissed towards her through gritted teeth, all the while with a pained, fake smile plastered across his face as the barista gave him a confused look because of his sudden movements.

"Paying," she replied, the fucking innocence in her voice contrasted so much with the way she shifted her hips, pressing her ass into his hand still holding her skirt down. His finger gripped her thigh and he felt her soft skin, damp from her leaking juices. This was too much for him. He stifled a groan and hastily threw a bill onto the counter.

"Keep the change," he spat towards the barista, grabbed Val by the elbow and pulled her out of the coffee shop. He would show her who she truly belongs to. And it completely escaped him, how she smiled at his erratic actions, how stiff he got and how wide his eyes were when he waved down a taxi cab. She got him to the point she exactly wanted him to be.

If Xavier was composed before, he most certainly wasn't now. His knees dug into the old mattress they brought some time ago into his shed, his hair disheveled, loose strands of it escaped his bun long time ago, sticking to his reddened, sweaty skin as he absolutely plowed his throbbing cock into Val's soft, dripping cunt from behind. He pulled her forcefully back onto himself with every hard thrust by gripping her asscheeks, since her thighs were tied to her shins, making it impossible for her to move this much on her own. She was trapped underneath him, her hips and belly resting on top of a pillow, legs spread wide, the vibrator going underneath her non stop since they got back from Jericho.

Xavier watched with awe, how Val's body weakened with every orgasm the wand forced out of her perky pink clit, his hips never loosing momentum thanks to the thick condom covering his dick, despite her desperate, throaty moans filling the shed that clouded his mind. He knew it would come in handy one day. He never thought he would be thankful not to feel that much during sex, because the sounds she made combined with the absolute filthy ones her wet pussy made, clamped hard on his relentlessly moving dick, still made him edge closer and closer to his own release. But he could not cum. Not when the image of her flirting with that fucking guy was still fresh in his mind. He had to teach her a lesson, make her remember who makes her positively wail from pleasure next time she's going to see that dude when she goes for a coffee she loves so much.

Val came around his hard length once again - he counted four times now - almost pulling the sheets off of the mattress as she frantically clawed at them, gripping them as if her life depended on it. She desperately tried to get away from him now, the overstimulation so overbearing and mind numbing from the constant strong vibrations the wand kept sending through her clit and she barely registered the pillow underneath her getting soaked as she squirted with Xavier's cock still railing her through the forced orgasm she just had. Her throat was hurting now, eyes rolling back into her head, as the continuous hoarse cries fell from her lips. And just as he felt the burning hot liquid splash his thighs, trickle down his balls with every snap of his hips, he moaned, his chest falling down to meet her flushed, sweaty back, trapping her underneath him.

His forearm circled around her throat, flexing aggressively and pushed against her neck, freezing her in place, making her take the absolute feral pace he picked now, growling in her ear like an animal. She felt like he was about to split her in half.

"Xav. No more— please. Can't. I can't ta- take it." Her pitiful cries barely came out from between her gravelly mewls. The wand, cruel and steady in it's intensity, was pressed hard against her tired, sore clit. And he plowed her even harder now into the mattress, the pace he set impossible to endure as his pelvis repeatedly and aggressively hit her ass in fast, snapping motions, balls slapping her cunt. She didn't even come down from her previous high when she felt another wet release coming. It was unbearable.

"Can't take it?" Xavier mocked her, although a strain was easily heard in his own voice. His face was scrunched up in pained focus, as he didn't want to let himself go just yet. "Didn't bother you m-much if I could ta-ake it-oh fuck- could take seeing your- fuck- sweet little pussy out in publ-lic like that, huh? Didn't give a shit. Why should I- ah- should I?"

He knew she was cumming again. He could feel it even through the condom. Her body felt as if it was on fire and he knew he was doomed the second she stiffened underneath him, walls of her assaulted, sore pussy spasming once again, milking his rock hard cock. A pitiful, small sound made its way out of her throat and he felt her juices drench his legs again, soaking the mattress around his knees and trickling down his tight balls. A dribble of saliva pooled in the crease of his elbow still around her throat and her body went limp for a moment. She blacked out, slumping in his grip as he exploded inside her, burying himself deep inside her fluttering hole with a slur of throaty moans he would be embarrassed to hear himself make otherwise.

The wand still buzzed on Val's now engorged clit. Her body twitched as he carefully removed himself from inside her, discarding the rubber, the action bringing her back to her senses. Something snapped inside her.

"More." A weak, almost whisper like voice rang out, barely more audible than the buzzing of the toy and Xavier froze, not believing his ears.

"What." He breathed, feeling the heat hitting his cheeks. He oftentimes fantasised about something like this. He wished he would break his girlfriend, make her so fucked out she would not be able to have enough of him, destroy her pretty little cunt so bad she would beg him to fuck her over and over again because the only thing she could think about would be him pounding into her for hours on end. But he didn't think it was even possible to achieve.

And now, he watched, dumbstruck, as her hips started to rock on the toy, her tired body going into a sort of overdrive. Her cunt so swollen and red, dripping and leaking down the pillow, creating even more mess with her creamy white juices. And his mind disconnected, his mouth agape, as he saw her hand feebly move to reach down towards the toy and press the plus button, making the vibrations even more fucking intense than they were before.

"Xavier, please," she was almost crying from desperation now, a really weird mix with the hoarse moans she still was able to make. "So empty without you."

He obliged, gliding towards her again, head swimming as if he was in a dream. He wanted to pinch himself, even when his fingers stroked her wet, plush pussy lips, and she bucked her hips against his fingers. Two of them slid with ease inside her fucked out hole and a pained, lustful groan fell from his mouth. Now, without the condom in the way, he could feel how fucking soft, wet and burning hot she was inside.

"More, please... more." A raspy breath reached his ears again and he looked up from her beautiful pussy swallowing his long fingers. It would make it three fingers inside. He shuddered, feeling his tired cock twitching as he pushed another finger inside her, letting V impale herself onto them repeatedly as she rutted her clit over the vibrator. And suddenly he felt his fingers being squeezed so hard he winced, she came again, raspy voice so weak it made him worry.

"Yes, oh yes, oh god yes, more, please more." She slurred, eyes rolled back into her hear long time ago.

"Baby, are you sure?" He gasped, shocked at how she still kept going despite her body shaking all over.

"Yes, yes more please moo-oooh god yes," she cried out, feeling the fourth one stretching her walls, making her jolt with the overwhelming pleasure it sent through her body. "Move, please, Xavier. Gonna cum."

"Oh god," he managed to get out as he delicately - as delicate as he could be in that situation - moved his hand in and out of her, feeling almost embarrassed at the filthy squelching sounds her drenched pussy made, yet unable to take his eyes off of his fingers dissappearing inside her. Few strokes in and he thought she was going to break his fingers as she came undone, again, drenching his forearm this time as she forcefully squirted once again. He grabbed his not so flaccid cock with his other hand and gave it a few pumps, transfixed by her trembling, needy form, still pushing her cunt more and more onto his fingers, her back arched. He felt even more horny than before they started fucking, heat rushing through his body, making his face flushed.

And just as she came, his mind acting on its own, made his hand let go of his cock and push the button on the vibrator, making it blast on the highest speed. The vibrations were now so deep and rumbly he could feel it through her pussy and in his very bones, as his hand slid inside her even deeper when he pushed, past his knuckles, only to stop at the base of his thumb.

She arched her back, perking her butt up high, her wails so loud she was almost screaming his name.

"Yes, oh god yes, Xavier, more, I beg you, oh my fuck, move—"

"Val," he rasped, his eyes bulging out now, feeling how much he stretched her out. "Val, baby, more than half of my fucking HAND is inside yo—"

His voice trailed off into a disbelieving throaty groan as she started to push herself onto his palm once again, her clit now repeatedly gliding over the wand in uncoordinated, jerky movements. He never saw her so needy, so greedy, so fucking horny and desperate. Her thighs strained so hard against the ropes he used to tie her up it was certain her skin would be rubbed raw underneath them.

His free hand flew back to his now fully erect cock, only to pump himself a few times before he had to stop - he was sure he would cum in seconds with his palm so deep inside her being crushed by her another ongoing orgasm. And yet, she pleaded through desperate sobs, tears now rolling down her reddened, sweaty face.

"More, more, Xavier, want more." She sounded positively insane at that point. He broke her, he was sure of it now.

"Val, are you absolutely—"

"Please!"

"But baby—"

"Shut the fuck up and do it already, I beg you, Xavier!" She screeched, writhing and thrashing, maniacally trying to fuck herself with his hand, making the ropes tying her thighs creak under pressure, as she tried to break free. Her mind had only one thing in it - a pure, deep need for Xavier to absolutely corrupt her.

And he did. Although carefully, he put his thumb along the inside of his palm and pressed it against her hole, all the while hearing her beg for more. His mind was dazed as if he was dreaming. He only saw things like this on the late night Internet 'researches', jerking off to the clips of women squirting, being fisted and overstimulated and now... now it felt surreal, despite his hand slowly working it's way deeper into Val's leaking cunt and his cock more and more desperate for attention, making him whine.

She jerked her hips suddenly, pushing her clit down onto the vibrator and yelped at the intensity with which it bit into her. And Xavier, acting out of instinct or what, he didn't know, leaned over her hips, locking her flush against the wand. He got scared for a second when she stopped breathing but then he felt his last knuckle get past her hole and his entire fist got sucked into her fucked out cunt, up to the very fucking wrist, stretching her beyond imagination. His thumb was pressing so hard against her g spot, making her vision go white as she let out a guttural scream, flooding his forearm with her liquids. She melted into this unearthly sensations, unable to do anything else but be completely at her boyfriend's mercy. Another orgasm tore through her body with such strength it made Xavier whine in pain, but he didn't mind. This was worth everything.

"Val." He growled, his voice deep with lust. "My fucking fist is inside your greedy cunt. My. Entire. FUCKING. FIST."

And he moved his hand in shallow motions - the fastest he could possibly do, setting an absolute feral pace which made waves after waves of her squirting rip from her body. She was unmoving at this point, only the whites of her eyes visible as she laid with her head on the pillow, jaw slacked, saliva drooling out of her opened mouth. If it wasn't for her fingers, desperately gripping and tugging at the blankets as he destroyed her pussy, one could think she passed out from the unholy intensity of it all.

She blacked out soon after, the final orgasm completely wrecking her almost lifeless body and mind. She remembered feeling so fucking stretched, so full, so wonderfully deranged as the sound tearing from her throat weren't human anymore.

When she woke up again for a brief moment, Xavier's lanky arms were wrapped tightly around her, caressing her hair and planting delicate kisses on her temple. When he noticed her being back, he smirked a little bit.

"More?" He breathed, chuckling.

"Enough." She smiled lazily, eyes falling shut. She was spent completely.

"I know, baby. I know."

She felt herself drifting into the unconsciousness, barely registering his words at this point.

"I love you." He whispered against her hair. But she didn't hear him anymore, long gone into her dreams.

[tojiyes]

Suffocating kink with zavi with reader sitting in his face,don't tell me he doesn't like that i don't make the rules.(Need a fic with this im begging🙏🏻)

“I said sit,” you boyfriend’s stern voice reaches your ears.

Furrowing your brows, you glance down at him. He looks comical, face flushed and wide eyes staring right up at you from where he’s lying down. He’s right between your bare thighs, waiting for your goddamn cunt to leave him breathless but of course you have to be stubborn about it.

“Since when do you tell me what to do?”

“Since you finally gave in and said you’ll sit on my face.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to- ah, wait!”

You yelp because his actions take you by surprise. He’s already had his arms looped around your thighs, large palms resting on the smooth flesh. But you didn’t expect him to push on them until your ass is planted right on his face, pussy touching his gaping mouth.

“Xavi, w-wait-“ you try to plead, utterly embarrassed by being so exposed.

He doesn’t give a damn. He’s been dying to do this for months, has always attempted to get you to this point but you’ve always been too demure to go along with his plan. This time, he’s had enough. He won’t stop until you cum on his face.

“No more waiting. Please stop writhing and just relax. Just sit on me,” he pleads but you can’t even see him talking. He’s completely buried between your thighs, nose nuzzled into your clit, mouth on your tense cunt and chin between your ass cheeks. The latter happened only because he parted them, currently groping the smooth skin between his fingertips as he groans.

You can’t see it but he’s hard and leaking pre-cum. He’s so fucking turned on he can’t even think straight. You can tell by the way he starts licking you, like a starved man who’s having his first meal for the first time in years. His plump lips kiss and nibble on your labia, his tongue tickles your fluttering hole and his nose rubs your clit.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, one hand holding the bed frame while the other one flies down to grip his hair.

“That’s right. Ride me,” he mumbles from underneath and you do as you’re told. Finally, he thinks.

Using the grip you have on his silky locks, you start moving your hips back and forth. It’s done tentatively at first but it doesn’t take long until he aids your actions, kneading your butt and gently moving it in all the right directions. His active participation gives you the needed confidence to take more control of the situation.

Resorting to the leverage you have on his hair, you start gyrating your hips. Still rather bashfully, but enough to satisfy both of you. Xavier would prefer you suffocated him but he’s willing to wait and get you to that point.

“Just use me,” he pleads after a few minutes, growing tired of begging you to make his face your seat.

He maneuvers you back and forth, left and right, over and over again. He does it until your moans grow in intensity, until you strip yourself off the bashful attitude. Thanks to his incessant pleads and actions, you eventually get past the point of being embarrassed. And so, you finally let all your weight rest on his face and the groans he lets out tickle your cunt in ways you can’t even comprehend.

That’s when the fun really starts, he thinks to himself as you finally grip his hair with all your might and fuck his face. He wonders if he could cum untouched or, better yet, how long it’s going to take until he gets to do that. Not much, he thinks, because he’s never been so turned on. The lack of oxygen makes him babble uncontrollably but it’s all the better for you. The vibrations of his voice bring you closer to your orgasm and so does the fucked out look on his face. You can tell he’s a mess every time he struggles to catch his breath.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re moaning like that. If only you could see and hear yourself. What a slut.”

All he does is whimper in response and you can tell he loves being used and degraded like that.

“‘am close,” you mumble, letting him know he shouldn’t move.

But he does, suddenly sucking on your clit. The impromptu action makes you squeal but it’s nothing compared to his two fingers plunging into your sopping hole from behind.

“Xav- no,” you beg but can’t stop yourself from rubbing your cunt over his face.

You lock eyes for a few seconds, his lips latched onto your clit as he looks up at you with the most disingenuous innocent look ever. The little shit knows what he’s doing.

“S-stop.” The grip you have on his hair grows tighter when you beg.

He doesn’t and starts sucking on the swollen nub with all his might, fingers expertly fucking into your fluttering hole as you get closer and closer to the edge. You’re trying to fight his fingers off but he’s one step ahead - gripping your wrist with his free hand and, because of that, you come undone on his face.

Translucent liquid spurts out of you, landing on his face and he opens his mouth to catch it all, although it drenches his hair and the pillow underneath. You don’t even notice at first, too lost in pleasure and rocking yourself on his face and fingers. But, as soon as you open your eyes, you realize that you’ve actually squirted on your boyfriend’s face. The shit-eating grin he sports makes you blush profusely.

“I hate you.”

“I love you,” he responds wholeheartedly, albeit completely out of breath.

[tojiyes]

Heart-Shaped Vibes // Xavier Thorpe

About: Xavier finds your toys. You're in for a fun day.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warning: P in V (without condom), use of toys - specifically vibrating panties (clip in), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, public sex, being trapped (not really tied up), a little overstimulation talk.

After a surprisingly vigorous early morning fencing practice, you and Xavier head back to your dorm room. He lays back in your bed while you get ready for a shower. It is Outreach Day, and you don’t have much time before you both need to be on the bus for Jericho.

You hand Xavier your phone, telling him to put on some music, then head for the shower. He puts on your favorite playlist, and you begin to hum along. Meanwhile. He scrolls through the apps absentmindedly on your phone and sees an app he’s never seen before. Curious, he taps on it, and a screen opens with a big button in the center. With his thumb, he presses the button once.

He hears a low buzzing noise start up and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He clicks the button again and the sound gets louder. Sitting up in your bed, he decides to go searching for the source of the sound. Xavier can tell that it is localized close to your bed, so he slides off, dropping to his stomach on the cool, wooden floor and glancing under your bed. The vibrating and clacking sound gets louder, and he gently pulls out a box. The sound is definitely coming from within, the box shaking a little in his hands. He opens it tentatively, and his eyes widen in astonishment as he takes in what is in this box.

“Babe!” He calls, and you poke your head out of the bathroom.

Seeing what he’s looking at, your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You rush over in your towel and close the top of the box.

“You weren’t supposed to see those.” You complain, your hand over your mouth as you try to take the box away from him.

“I didn’t know what the app did. Now hang on just a minute, sweetheart. I didn’t know you had toys.” He goes to push the lid off again, and you let him. “Do you use them?”

“Sometimes.” Your blush spreads over your ears and down your chest. “When I’m alone.”

Xavier’s eyes scan you over, noticing your embarrassment. He puts the box down on the bed and pulls you into his lap. He kisses your cheek and looks down at the contents. He rifles through what you have, pausing after a moment and picking up the one that’s vibrating. Once it is out of the box, the sound almost fades completely, but the vibrating continues.

“What’s this one?” He asks, holding the small device up, and when you don’t answer right away, he squeezes your sides. “You’re cute when you’re shy. Tell me what it is, beautiful.”

He had never seen a toy like that before. Nice and compact but vibrating powerfully against his fingers. He turns it around, looking at the clip on the back.

“It clips onto my panties.” You explain sheepishly, reaching for your dresser drawer and grabbing a pair. Taking the device from him, you clip it into your panties and hold them up to show him. “And then I put them on, and it’s…hands-free. Discreet. But strong.”

“Do you use it often?” He tilts his head, a smile starting to spread across his face.

“Not as often as I’d like. But I’m always too afraid to get caught if I wore it out.” You sit on his knee, letting him grab them from you and inspect them further.

He turns them around in his hands, and his grin turns smug, his eyes narrowing for a moment. His lips move to your jaw, starting to kiss it gently. A wave of comfort overtakes you and you melt back against him as his lips travel your neck. You let out a hum of appreciation, and his teeth nibble on your earlobe before he whispers in your ear.

“Put them on.”

You whirl your head to the side to look at him. His eyes are twinkling with what you assume are all the dirty thoughts swirling through his brain. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish floundering for air as you try to comprehend his words.

“It is Outreach Day, Xavier. I am not wearing these!” You protest, and he pushes them into your hands.

“Come on, it will be fun. Trust me. I won’t let us get caught.” He promises, squeezing your hips. He kisses your neck again, and you close your eyes. His hand starts to slide down to your inner thigh, ghosting over your core. “Put them on.”

You let out a breath, leaning back in his hold, two of his fingers rubbing over the lips of your pussy tantalizingly, but not pressing further. Whimpering, you know you can’t fight him on this and win. So, you reluctantly pull away from his hold and drop your towel, pulling on the panties. You hold the material away from your crotch until he turns off the vibrating.

“I’m not going into that ceremony dripping, Xavier.” You try to sound stern, but your boyfriend is already lost in his imagination, thinking about you squirming in your seat on the bleachers.

You shake your head and huff, starting to pull on your clothes again, out of time for a shower at this point.

“We’re going to be late.” You tell him, and he stands, already distracted as he downloads the app onto his phone and pairs the device for easier access. “Come on!”

“I’m coming-“

Xavier didn’t mess with the device throughout the bus ride into Jericho, but his fingers were itching to the entire time. He wanted nothing more than to make you a quivering mess, to drench that toy and your panties along with it. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, you lean your body against his as you two ride mostly in silence; anticipation building with every minute that passes.

Having switched assignments with Ajax, both of you were headed to Pilgrim World, but not before the big ceremony welcoming the students into town. Xavier had found you a seat next to friends and had excused himself because he had to read a poem that he wrote for the event. Principal Weems had basically guilted Xavier into it the week prior, after learning that he refused to paint another mural in town. Why would he want to when his last one was ruined? It shook you to the core with anger just thinking about it. When Xavier steps up to the podium, you cheer for him, and he shoots you a cheeky smile. He places his phone on the wooden surface and then pulls a piece of paper from his pocket.

“Thank you, Principal Weems, Mr. Mayor, for letting me read my poem as a way to celebrate Outreach Day.” Xavier clears his throat and speaks confidently into the microphone, though his words are forced as he continues. “Before I begin, I would like to just say that I hope I speak for all the students of Nevermore when I state that we are very grateful that Jericho welcomes us with open arms.”

Ajax and you share a look, this little speech has Weems written all over it. There’s no way your boyfriend would go out of his way to say something like that without coercion. You don’t notice how his fingers move to his phone mid-sentence as he continues exchanging pleasantries to appease Weems. He hits the button, and your panties begin to vibrate just as he begins reading the poem. Pleasure courses through your body, starting at your clit, and you quickly turn away from Ajax, so he doesn’t see your face. You have to bite your lower lip roughly to make sure you don’t make any noise. Your hands hold on to the edge of the bleachers on either side of your body, knuckles white. Face flushing, you look to your left and right to make sure no one knows what’s going on, but everyone is focused on his speech. You’re very lucky that it is a chilly day out because you know your cheeks have become as red as the strawberry lip gloss you’re wearing. Even on the lowest setting, your heart rate peaks, and your clit throbs on top of the toy - but for the most part, it’s bearable. You try to focus on the words that your boyfriend is saying. Over time though, you can you’re your stomach starts to heat up from the pleasure. Xavier hits the button again mid-speech to turn the vibrations up, and your clamp your thighs together, trying to control yourself. By this point, your panties are completely soaked through, and you know you are minutes away from an orgasm. Your legs begin to shake, and you desperately try to press on your thighs to keep them still. When he turns it up a final time, you cry out. And luckily for you, he’d just finished his speech, the band starting to play, everyone else cheering and jumping to their feet. You stand shakily, trying to cover your face a little as you fall apart, feeling like the air was pulled from your lungs. The pleasure continues to pour through you, the vibrations turning it almost painful. Looking up, you see Xavier’s proud gaze on you, and you try to catch your breath. He finally stops the vibrating, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Are you okay?” Ajax murmurs to you, turning to see your cheeks red, a panting mess.

“Yeah. I think the cold is getting to me.” You manage, and he nods, definitely confused, but you’re not about to tell him you just had one of the best orgasms of your life while sitting next to him on the bleachers.

You look up to find Xavier again, but he’s gone. All the students clamor from the bleachers towards their assignments, and you’re ushered towards Pilgrim World. Annoyed and trying to ignore your inner thighs being sticky and wet, you walk with them. After you enter the main gate and stride into the town square, you look for Xavier again, but still, he’s nowhere to be seen. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you start to feel embarrassed about cumming in public. You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you miss the entire welcoming speech. The group starts to move towards the meeting house when you feel a presence behind you.

You turn around and see Xavier standing on the stage, leaning against the wooden stocks, watching you.

“Hey, beautiful. Having fun?” He coos, tapping on the wood. “I think you’d look pretty good in these things.”

“You asshole.” You stomp over to him and grab his wrist. “That was so embarrassing!”

“No one even knew, baby. Only you and me.” Xavier wraps an arm around you again, pulling you into his side. “And you came, right? Are you nice and wet for me?”

“You got lucky.” You shake your head, his free hand gripping your waistband. His question flusters you, and you shake your head. “That’s for me to know.”

“And for me to find out.” He whispers in your ear, pulling you in a direction separate from where the rest of the volunteers went.

“Where are we going?” You hiss, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach, and the need that was rising within you.

“Shh, c’mere.” He pulls you into a building, ignoring the ‘off limits’ sign, and shuts the door behind you.

Immediately his hands are all over you, sliding down your back to cup your ass in his hands, and squeezing roughly.

“It was so fucking sexy seeing you cumming like that for me next to all those people. And no one knew but me.” He growls, starting to nip at your neck. Your hand comes up to grip the back of his head, and you let out a needy moan, your eyelids fluttering shut. “Took everything in me not to bend you over right there. Was so fuckin’ hard for you, sweetheart.”

Xavier pulls away from your neck and his eyes fall on something further back in the shed. He tugs you behind boxes and you gasp. There was another set of stocks back here, wooden, and heavy against the floor. He grins evilly and opens it up.

“Perfect. Bend over, baby.” He orders. You’re hesitant, but Xavier nudges you forward. Your hands move through the openings, and then you put your head in. He closes it but doesn’t latch it. “I’m gonna see just how wet you are for me.”

“Xavier...” You whine, and he rubs his hand over your lower back to your ass, squeezing your cheek again roughly. “Please.”

“Gotta make this quick. But I need a taste first.” He murmurs, pulling down your pants and panties in one swoop, and you kick them to the side. Xavier unclips the toy from your panties and reaches for his phone, turning on the vibration again. He falls to his knees behind you like he’s about to worship you, and he brings the vibe down to your clit. You try to clamp your thighs together, the vibration too much against your sensitive nub. But ever so determined, he forces your thighs back open and dives in. His wet, hot tongue licks into your entrance, groaning when he tastes the cum that had seeped out of you from the ceremony. His cock is throbbing against his thigh, not liking being ignored. He shakes his head, almost feral as he sucks your lips into his mouth. The small vibrator on your clit has your legs shaking already, cries being pulled from your throat as you try not to fight against the stock holding you.

“Oh fuck, Xavier…” You moan loudly, and his hand comes down on your ass in response.

He pulls his mouth away from you, a string of your juices mixed with his saliva connecting him to you.

“Be quiet. We’re going to get caught.” He chastises you, kissing your round cheek gently before standing back up.

He pulls himself from his pants, stroking himself a few times for good measure. He shifts the vibrator on your clit a little, pressing it down firmer, as he pushes into you from behind in one firm stroke. Your mouth falls open with a softer whimper this time, trying your hardest to be quiet with the assault of the toy on your oversensitive clit.

“You’re so tight, shit! And so fucking wet…” He rasps, gripping your hip tightly, pulling out before rocking forward again.

He’s feeling needy himself as he thrusts shallowly into you, his cock so deep and your walls squeezing him tightly. With every thrust, he grinds against you, drawing more whines from behind your clenched teeth. Then he pulls back fully before snapping his hips roughly into you. You bite your lower lip to stay quiet for him, as he sets a brutal pace. His free hand moves from your hip to grip the top of the wooden stocks, using it as leverage to slam into you from behind. Cursing under his breath, your hips meet repeatedly – and you knew you’d be sore tomorrow. After a few minutes at this pace, his hips slow a little and he pulls the top of the stock off, letting you free, and he moves your hand down to hold the toy to your clit. With both his hands free, he grips your shoulders and resumes his pace, this time with rough, shallow thrusts. You feel so full you can almost feel him in your stomach. It’s the best feeling in the world, and your head is spinning.

You’re both hurtling towards a powerful orgasm and struggling to keep quiet when suddenly, you hear a voice outside the door. Xavier curses, pulling you back behind some boxes and crouching down so you are in his lap. This pushes his cock even deeper inside of you, and he covers your mouth with his hand as the door to the building is pushed open.

“I’m sure we have something in here that will work.” The worker says, opening a box near the entrance. “I know I saw it somewhere.”

Xavier’s eyes don’t leave you though, his cock throbbing painfully inside of you. He reaches for his phone and turns the vibrator up to its highest setting and places his hand over yours to hold the toy in place. Your body almost freezes, the pain of overstimulation running through your clit and up your spine. He holds on to you tightly, trying to keep you from bucking against him and making more noise. His hips grind up into you at a slow pace, but it’s too late. You already know you’re done for, legs shaking, as you inch closer and closer to your climax. He knows he’s too far gone too, the vibrations shaking your pussy traveling up his cock in sharp jolts.

The worker continues rifling through things, finally finding what she’s looking for.

“Aha! I knew we had them!” She pulls out a paper mache turkey wearing a pilgrim’s hat.

Then she picks up the box and heads for the door. That’s when you can’t take anymore, your orgasm like a tidal wave washing over you. Tears prick at your eyes and your involuntary groan gets muffled by Xavier’s hand. Everything in the room stills for a moment, as the woman turns back around, thinking she heard something. She scans the room one more time, before deciding it was probably someone outside. Then she heads out and shuts the door, locking it behind her.

Once she is gone, Xavier pulls out of you, his cock drenched with juices, and pushes you to your knees, tossing the toy onto a box to the side. You sit back on your feet and look up at him, absolutely spent, while he fists his cock rapidly.

“Fuck, gonna fucking cum all over your pretty little lips.” His voice is strained, so close from just the fear of being caught. “Almost got us caught, baby. Fuck. Holy shit-“

His dick starts to spurt rope after rope of sticky cum, painting your lips and chin. You take his tip into your mouth, and he hisses, as sensitive as you are now, and you suckle softly. After a few moments, you pull back, wiping your chin with your fingers and licking them clean while he tucks himself away.

“That’s my girl.” He smiles down at you, pulling you to your feet and lifting you into the air, kissing you deeply.

He puts you down after a minute, your legs shaking still from the intensity of your orgasm. Then Xavier leans down, picks up the discarded toy, and holds it up.

“Now, we definitely are using this again.” He turns off the vibrations and stuffs it into his pocket, along with your drenched panties

“Hey, I was gonna wear those.” You pout, and he just shrugs.

“They’re fucking wrecked, sweetheart. Just like you. They’re mine now.” His hand rubs your ass gently, before handing you your discarded pants. “Besides, we have more pressing matters on hand right now.”

“Like what?” You ask, confused.

“Like how the hell we’re going to get out of here.”

[tojiyes]

✵ UNEXPECTED STORY ✵

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

✵ MMA!Toji fushiguro x virgin!reader

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

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pass.” “I don’t know.” “Next.”

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

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

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

“Twenty,” you replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So it’s good?” Toji confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s your fault,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tojiyes]

just friends

pairing xavier thorpe x fwb!reader

summary in which some friends with benefits are meant to be more

warnings friends with benefits, jealously, smut [rough sex, unprotected piv (don’t try this at home),

request Omg okay so this is the most specific request ever but I love your writing and can’t stop thinking about this concept! So they’re all on summer vacation, and Xavier gets a fwb (reader) to try and get over Wednesday (they aren’t a normie), then Xavier goes back to Nevermore, reader goes to visit him one weekend, meet Wednesday and gets super jealous, but then it ends in fluff and/or smut, where Xavier says he doesn’t like Wednesday anymore cos he’s into you 😫😳 -anon

a/n not going to lie, it’s a little confusing. but it was too good to pass up. i decided to change it a little bit, but i hope you (lovely anon) still like it! i must admit this ended up way longer than i expected, i got a little carried away.

it’s safe to say you had a fun summer. a messy situation with xavier turned into a messy situationship.

xay, one of your best friends, somehow turned into your friend with benefits. a one time thing turned into a one, two, maybe ten, fifteen, time thing. no one fucked like xavier thorpe. no one knew you like xavier thorpe.

ajax, the only other person who knew about your fling, kept telling you that xavier was using you. to get over wednesday addams. maybe you knew that too, but xay was good at hiding it.

until fall came around.

your bi-nightly hookups quickly turned into weekly. xavier found himself always occupied, usually with Ms. Addams. you felt like maybe you didn’t have a right to be upset. but you also knew that you felt so much more between you two, more than just sex.

xay 11:27 pm

wanna come by?

you were honestly surprised, seeing this text pop up on your phone. you wanted to say no. you just about did

y/n 11:28 pm

why don’t you ask wednesday instead?

you knew it wasn’t right. to be petty. you didn’t have the right to be mad, right?

xay 11:31 pm

come over here so i can fix your attitude

you hesitated. but you can’t say no to xavier anyway. so within the next few minutes you were sneaking into the artists dorm room.

“you came,” he said, smiling. you didn’t reply, but instead, you walked over to xavier’s tall frame.

you wanted to ignore it. the way you knew he had feelings for wednesday. get this over with and go.

so, you wasted no time feelings under his shirt. kissing his neck and collarbones. tugging at his hair the way he liked. he didn’t complain, undressing you to your bra and underwear and pushing you flat onto the bed.

when it came to xavier, it didn’t take much to get that familiar pool between you thighs.

“xavier, just fuck me,” you said, waiting more impatiently than ever.

“needy.”

nonetheless, your underwear was discarded with haste, in a pile with your other clothes. xavier removed his own clothes and aligned himself with your entrance.

he bottomed out in you with one quick motion, making you both groan.

while letting you adjust, xavier thought it appropriate to say,

“you’re mine, y’know? i don’t care about her as anything more than a friend.”

you scoffed, “prove it.”

he scoffed too, almost mimicking you. he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into you abruptly. you opened your mouth to scream, and he didn’t hesitate to bring his hand to you mouth. his other hand was on your hip, keeping you realícele still while he slammed into you ruthlessly.

he found a quick pace that had your eyes rolling back within seconds. every thrust hit your g spot and made your screams and whines louder.

“fuck,” he said through strained lips, “feel so good wrapped around me, baby.”

you started to feel the haze come over you, getting lost in his voice and his movement. your name sounded so good falling from his lips.

his hand came away from your mouth, down to rub his name into your clit.

without his hand covering you, your cries were no longer muffled. you didn’t bother trying to hide them, it felt so good.

“i hope she comes down here and hears you,” he whispered into your ear, “how pretty you get for me.”

the room was filled with mixed smells and sounds. you were begging and pleading with him, for what, you don’t know. sweat poured down both of your faces while xavier rut into you, kissed you, groped you. touched you any way he could.

“god, i need you so bad,” he’d said, gripping your hips so you could meet him with his hits.

that band in your stomach was tightening and tears were forming in your eyes. you hair was surely ruined by now, your hips and neck probably bruised from xavier’s handling of you.

“xay,” you whined for the unpteenth time this evening, “so good- feels so good, pretty boy.”

“mhmmm- you were made for me-“

your breathing was shallow and short, almost synchronized with him.

“please, xay. please, please, please,” you were whining. begging, for something you knew you’d get. were about to get.

“i know, angel. let go, it’s okay,” he said. his strokes were getting sloppier and slightly slower. he was chasing his own release.

like he was gospel, you body reacted with his words. something beautiful washed over you. he wiped the few tears that stained your face, and let himself calm down.

his found a new, easier rhythm. with just a few thrusts, he was shooting his cum over your stomach, loving the little mess he made on you.

he cleaned you up, like he always did. gave you new clothes. you got up to leave quicker than normal, without an extra word.

“don’t go,” he said, following after you and reaching for your hips again (he quickly let go and giggled as you winced). “i meant what i said. i’m over her. i want you.”

“let’s lay down,” you said. you were both gleaming as you laid down next to each other. you talked everything out and then went to sleep in each other’s arms.

wednesday masterlist

[tojiyes]

NSFW PORN LINKS ; wednesday edition

a/n: this does not include anyone from the cast of wednesday who are underage such as moosa (plays as eugene ottinger!). anyways, i hope u like this as much as i do >_< if there are any other characters u would like for me to do, lmk so i can make a pt 2!!!

☆ WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

wednesday eating u out >0<

riding wednesday like ur life depends on it!!!

wednesday teasing you :(

the both of u kissing intimately, so cuteee

★ ENID SINCLAIR

vibrator on both of ur clits bc it feels so fucking good!!!

double sided dildo to please each other ^ ^

what enid sent u while u were away

fucking after class (^O^) ♥︎

☆ AJAX PETROPOLUS

ajax fingering you in the car!!!

propping up your leg to let ajax fuck into you >_<

riding ajax in public, hoping u 2 don’t get caught

ajax just loves fucking into u ♥︎

★ XAVIER THORPE

first time w temperature play!!

sloppy kisses w xav as he plays with ur tits :0

xavier’s cum spilling out of you

kisses are his favorite thing to do with you ^_^

☆ BIANCA BARCLAY

what bianca sends u when she’s needy for u :(

playing with bianca’s pussy!!! so cuteee

using her pretty face to cum ^0^

when she’s needy for u pt2 hehe

★ ROWAN LASLOW

riding touchy!rowan o(>ω<)o

riding rowan’s pretty face!!!

making out with u is his fav to do :(

playing with his flushed cock ^_^

[tojiyes]

— HEAVEN AND BACK

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, bondage, sensory deprivation, degradation (just a little), strapon referred to as cock, wednesday is a sadist, all characters are aged-up

summary: wednesday addams is cruel in many ways - you know that better than anyone else

word count: 1.2k

a/n: buckle up y'all, the wednesday smut agenda starts today

"Is this loose enough?" The ravenette asks softly, perfectly manicured digits gently caressing your chin.

You flex your palms where they're tied behind your back as you sit on the bed, making sure the blood flow in your hands isn't restricted, before nodding.

"Good," her eyes darken, and the hold she has on your face turns rough, fingers manhandling your jaw to look up at her, "Because that's all the movement you'll be allowed tonight."

You whine in dismay, pulling at your restraints, and the leather digs into your wrists, leaving you whimpering and tugging at the cuffs in another poor attempt at freedom.

Wednesday draws in closer, moving to sit on your lap, stocking — clad legs swinging over your thighs . You're thankful for the fleeting moment of seeing her like this, and you try to catch as much of her as you can, wanting to engrave the image into your brain— she's fully clothed, a display of composure and dominance, dark hair in the usual tight braids, her starched blouse hanging off her shoulders with buttons undone, and, as your eyes slide down over her milky breasts and lower, you're painfully aware that the ravenette has disposed of her panties, her skirt the only thing keeping you from seeing her perfect pussy.

Her picture is marvelous, but the way Wednesday eyes you up like a hungry beast is so dirty, and she has to bite her lip to restraint herself, but it's half - hearted — the only one needing restraint tonight will be you.

The black blindfold is silky against your skin when the ravenette presses it to your eyes, and you feel all your senses skyrocket when your sight is restricted — the smell of the girl in front of you overtakes, and it's darkly woodsy, so herbaceous and smoky and so Wednesday. She pulls back, admiring her work — you look so perfect like this, all tied up and pretty for her enjoyment, for her to take as much as she needs — and take she will.

The collar around your neck tightens as the ravenette holds the leash in a tight grip, and you hear her hum pleasantly at the way you gasp. Small palms pressing into your shoulders, she hovers over the silicone cock that's tightly strapped to your pubis, and proceeds to slowly lower herself down. Wednesday is never above teasing herself, pressing her pretty cunt against the bulbous head, and it spreads her lips as she lingers on the toy, inches from sinking onto it but not quite there yet. You wish you could catch a glimpse of her heat, wetness dripping down the thick shaft and no doubt mixing with your own.

She enjoys the deprivation as much as you do — well, to a certain degree, as, unlike you, she gets to see your writhing form, the way your bruised lips waver with every shaky inhale you take. Wednesday inches her face closer to yours, gasping into your half - open mouth rasply, and you almost go delusional.

Her lips barely graze yours, and you can sense it, the way she sinks onto the girth agonizingly slow, and you groan as you feel Wednesday sigh into your ear, the gentle feeling making goosebumps rise up your neck. She bares her pearly whites to nibble at your earlobe, silencing herself, and oh, how cruel the girl above you is, robbing you of her prettiest sounds, your only consolation in such a predicament. You wish you could touch her, knead the supple flesh of her thighs with your palms, maybe even inch closer under her skirt to swipe your finger through the warm slick between her legs. God, anything, anything to feel her.

“So pliable… so obedient, offering all of yourself to me, letting me use you however I desire…” Her voice is low and husky in your ear, and wetness pools between your legs at her words.

She sighs again, and this time you feel her breath on your lips, making the urge to kiss her burn deep in your guts — but you don't dare act out of turn, keening subtly with furrowed eyebrows, hoping she can understand your pathetic pleas. Wednesday grants your wish, pulling you closer by the leash to press her plump lips against yours in a hot kiss, hands moving to rest on your shoulders, fingers flittering around and brushing the back of your neck. Tongues roam over teeth, and your breath turns gasping and eager.

When Wednesday's plush walls squeeze around the toy, she pulls away from your mouth, dark lipstick smeared, and moans, breathless, right by your ear, and the soft sound is so gorgeous you think you might cum just from hearing it. She’s devilish – you know she’s doing it on purpose, completely aware of what her timbre does to you. Her thighs rest on yours, pretty cunt swallowing your fake cock to the base, fluttering around the thick shaft, and she can barely keep herself together at the feeling of being so full of you, finally.

You want to grasp her thighs tightly, sink your nails into her skin and push her down onto the length roughly, but she just won't allow it.

Not today.

"I almost forgot what it feels like to be stretched by you," she murmurs, and you shiver at the low tone of her voice, body arching into hers, feeling the ravenette's soft tits press against yours, "So good... My willing little fucktoy.”

"Oh, 'Day," you pant, mouth hanging open and watering at the humiliating insult, "Wanna touch you so fucking bad, please."

Wednesday can’t deny you the pleasure – she tugs on the leash, pressing your face into her neck, and you nuzzle into it, inhaling deeply. You leave an open - mouthed kiss on the creamy flesh there, and Wednesday cranes her neck to expose more skin — you indulge, peppering kisses along her throbbing vein, relishing in her steamy breaths. Lips skim over her collarbones, over the swell of her perky breasts, and you don’t waste any more time to wrap your hot mouth around one of her nipples, tongue out to suckle and stimulate the girl further.

The ravenette leans her free hand against your knee behind her back, the cold touch on your warm skin making you shudder, her other hand still holding the leash as she slowly raises her hips until only the head is inside of her and lowers them back down, filling herself back up, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

Even though Wednesday's pupils are blown wide and her fringe messy, the tingling sparks of pleasure almost enough to make her swoon, she doesn't let go of her control — grabbing the back of your head, the girl above you tugs forcefully, your mouth leaving her breast with a wet pop, lips delightfully swollen and covered in spit.

"Enough of that." She murmurs, and raises her delicate hand to your mouth, pulling your bottom lip down and tapping against your teeth. You comply, allowing her entrance, and Wednesday smiles, watching you lap at her thumb, gently and languid, tongue swirling around the digit.

"Touch has to be earned. You'll have plenty of opportunities to do so yet."

[tojiyes]

Imagine Xavier begging you to have sex.

It’s late at night and he texted you to meet upstairs where the school balcony is. You agree, desperate to see him after days of barely any interactions due to busy schedules. When you get there, he has a smug smile on his face, hands in his pockets as he glances at you through his eyelashes. His foot is bouncing and you think he’s just nervous to see you after so long so, you confidently stride over.

However, some of your initial boldness dissipates into thin air the moment your arms circle around him and he places his large hands on your butt. You’re standing on the tip of your toes and pull away just slightly, quirking up an eyebrow.

“I missed you. Missed you so fucking much,” he explains and wastes no time in burying his head in the crook of your neck, plush lips nibbling at the soft flesh and licking your jugular. “You have no idea,” he continues, one of his hands sneaking under your sweater so he can feel the smooth skin of your back.

Your reciprocate the feelings, basking in his love and attention and letting him maneuver you just the way he wants it. Which is why you end up in his lap while he sits in a wooden, spider webbed chair. His green eyes bore into yours, his beautiful features illuminated by the moon and you trace his sharp jaw, all the while he smiles at you.

“Kiss me,” he murmurs, right hand on your breast under your bra.

You oblige and let your tongue caress his, swallowing his adorable and needy whimpers that’s he’s held in for way too long. You don’t expect him to place a hand on the back or your head when you were about to pull away for air but you let him force his lips onto yours for a little longer nonetheless. It only takes about an extra minute of his tongue down your throat before you feel a bulge on your clothed cunt and it’s obvious that hearing you moan and struggle for air like that has gotten him rock hard.

“Can I fuck you right here? Please,” he begs close to your lips, sneaking the hand from the back of your head down to your crotch. He wastes no time in fiddling with your skirt until his shaky fingers are under it and tugging at the hem of your panties. He sighs when he feels the warmth of your pussy, a knot forming in his stomach. “You’re already wet, shit. Let’s just - let’s just do it right here. Nobody will notice.” When you don’t seem too convinced, he feels the need to add. “Wanna see you bounce on my dick. Wanna feel you getting stuffed. Please, just…” he stops, out of breath as he inserts a finger into you. “Oh god I missed this.”

He’s always been quite vocal but never like this, never so descriptive of how he wants you. It took you off guard but you went with the flow, nodding along and fumbling with the zipper of his jeans to pull his dick out of the confinement of his underwear. The cold air hitting the tip of his dick makes him hiss and the way you stroke his length makes his gasp, the air getting caught in his throat as his mouth parts into a silent ‘o’.

“Let me put it in. Can’t take it anymore,” he desperately says and makes you sit up just slightly, your hips over his thighs as he guides you up by your left ass cheek.

When his dick aligns with the entrance of your cunt, he looks up at you with anticipation written all over his face. And, then, he gently maneuvers you down on his cock, almost gurgling on his spit when your pussy lips finally touch the base of his penis.

“You’re full of me now,” he sighs and waits for you to move, having enough self-control to let you adjust to him. It pains him, however, and you can see small droplets of sweat forming on his temples. It makes you smile, really - how affected he is, how aroused and pained he can be. “You’re laughing at me, huh?” He asks, a tint of pink covering his features as he realizes that you’ve taken notice of his desperation. “It’s not my fault you’ve blue-balled me for days,” he whines and pushes into you, hinting that he needs you to move.

You take the hint and start bouncing on his cock and he wastes no time in gripping your ass cheeks, assisting your moves by doing so. He kneads and parts your ass, the action allowing you to take him in fully and making him sigh with every little bounce. He’s consistently groaning or whimpering as you ride him but it only gets worse when you wrap your hand around his bun and tug on his hair just slightly. He’s on cloud nine by that point, eyes rolling in the back of his head and it takes a few seconds before he regains some strength and starts fucking into you from underneath at full strength. It leaves you incapable of doing anything, only letting yourself get impaled on his dick over and over again.

“Stand up. Put your hands on the wall, please.” An angel even when asking you to change positions.

He crouches down once you’re standing up with your back facing him and he parts your cheeks before licking a long stripe from your pussy to your ass. Your taste is intoxicating, making him groan and stand up in a swift movement, pumping his cock before pushing back into your sopping cunt. Gripping your butt, he uses it as leverage to push you back and forth on his cock. He grunts when he sees his length leaving your pussy, all covered in your juices that shine in the dim-lit balcony. The sight makes him go feral, taking him closer to the edge and he knows he has to take care of you before it’s too late.

Which is why his arm circles around your stomach until the pads of his fingers touch your clit. He moves them in frantic circle motions, all the while pounding into you from behind. He manages to focus on your pleasure for now, trying so hard to make you cum on your dick. He knows it will be an instant gratification for him anyway, your pussy clenching around him in ways that will make him choke on his spit. And that is exactly what you deliver, trembling in his hold that he has to keep you up, free hand on your hip to keep you standing while shaking through your orgasm. It leaves him breathless.

“That’s it. That’s right… cum around me,” he babbles, vision clouded by his own impending orgasm.

He continues to fuck you slowly through your climax but picks up his pace as soon as you stop trembling, knowing it’s only a matter of seconds until he explodes.

“Mouth?” He whispers, indirectly begging you to offer him your mouth.

You agree without any doubt whatsoever, kneeling in front of him while he strokes his veiny cock, tip furiously red. His lips are pouty, his brows furrowing while strands of silky brown hair cover his face as he stands tall over you. And, then, he finally cums, loving the sight of your pretty eyes locking with his while your tongue is out and waiting for his cum.

“So good,” he murmurs while fisting his dick a few more times, admiring the droplets of cum spurting on your slick muscle.

He’s even more enamored while watching you take him in your mouth to clean off any remaining sperm, letting out a lazy smirk and stroking your hair lovingly. And, once you’re back on your feet, he gives you the sweetest kiss, holding you tightly until the air leaves your lungs.

“Come sleep with me. I can sneak you in.”

[tojiyes]

thinking abt xavi sending you a nut video

The phone is opposite from him and you can see him in all of his glory - sprawled on the bed, legs parted, throbbing cock in his fist. His mouth is agape as he moans unabashedly while stroking himself. His movements are either really fast or excruciatingly slow because he doesn’t want to cum too soon. This is something for you to enjoy so he draws out his orgasm as much as possible, biting his bottom lip and squeezing the base of his cock every time he’s dangerously close to cumming. “Can’t wait to fuck your tight pussy… god…” he’d say without shame, head thrown back for you to admire the thin sheen of sweat adorning his neck. When he does cum, your name is whispered incessantly, grunts and whimpers leaving his pretty mouth while he paints his stomach white. At the end, he smiles at the camera, a shit-eating grin etched on his face. You know that smug smile all too well - he’s being cocky and knows he’s gonna be the death of you.

[tojiyes]

xavier loves abusing your hand kink.

a/n it’s all in the title, loves. do not read on if you are not okay with reading nsfw

i think it’s pretty clear that xay has a hair pulling thing. probably a choking or slapping thing.

oh but once he finds out you have a hand fetish. that you love his hands.

he’s tugging on your hair all the time. not noticeably to everyone else, but you can feel it.

he’s always touching you or holding something in front of you.

idk why but i feel like he would take a picture of him choking you and put it in your wallet or somewhere he knows you’d see it

he’d probably also send you hand pictures while he’s painting or working out with something dirty attached

“i wish it was your neck,” or “let’s replace it with your thigh?”

he knows you’d melt and find your way to him wherever he was right then.

if you paint with him, he’d put his hand over yours.

he smiles that cocky ass smile every single time you get flustered. tongue in the cheek and everything.

MAKING YOU SUCK HIS FINGERS. WOW.

or making him watch him suck them.

wow. ok. let me recuperate

now if you have a voice thing too, just think about him talking you through it all while he fingers you.

or let’s his hands roam free. or chokes you. whatever draws your fancy.

he just loves doing anything he can to see you hot and bothered. and he’s good at it.

[tojiyes]

OHHHMYGOD IM OBSESSED W U. idk if u are taking requests but number 35 on the prompt list w xavier... i would DIEEE. him making u touch yourself in front of him and he's just praising you through it.

Author's Note: OMG I'm obsessed with you too bestie. Thank you for the love. I definitely lost my self-control writing this. I hope you enjoy it! 🫶

Warnings: Masturbation (f), thigh riding, praise.

On Tuesdays, Xavier had fencing, and you had archery. You would usually get out at least a half hour before him. Then you would head to his dorm, sneaking in like usual using Rowan’s key, which you had swiped from him before he left. Dropping your bag onto the ground, you remove your shoes and climb into Xavier’s bed. You enjoy the scent that is purely him permeating from his sheets.

Thinking about your boyfriend and your plans for later, you can feel yourself getting more excited with every minute that goes by. Your core throbs at the idea of Xavier’s face between your legs, and you find yourself grabbing his pillow and clamping it between your thighs. Your self-control has been at an all-time low lately, especially when it came to Xavier. Pretty soon after clamping your thighs together, your hand starts to slide down your chest, down into your pants, dipping inside your panties. Your fingers swirl through your wetness, landing on your clit. A warm feeling starts to blossom in your chest, as you imagine the hand was your boyfriend’s. You start to rub in slow circles. A soft moan leaves your lips, and you pull the pillow from between your legs and try to muffle yourself, scared of being caught by Xavier while being so naughty without him. In his bed even. After a few minutes, you’re feeling looser, and your other hand moves up to pinch a nipple, your shirt falling open. You don’t hear the key in the lock, or the door push open.

“Xav, fuck, just like that.” You whimper, back arching as you press two fingers into your entrance. Xavier freezes in the doorway, flight or fight instincts kicking in. His eyes are wide, cheeks flushed, and cock definitely stirring in his pants at the sight before him. After a moment, realizing the door is still open, he shuts it, breaking you out of your spell. “Oh shit.”

“So…you touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action. Preferably up close.” Xavier grins wide, dropping his bag next to yours. Your hands have stopped what they’re doing, and he moves over to sit on the edge of his bed. “Doing this in my bed? Without me? Guess you couldn’t wait, huh?”

He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss you softly. You’re wordless, unable to bring yourself to speak up, cheeks flamed as you feel embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart. Seeing you like that, it’s sexy.” He murmurs, stroking your leg gently. “Show me what you were doing.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Show me.” Xavier urges, moving so he’s sitting against the baseboard. “Take off your clothes.”

You follow his lead, pushing down your pants and panties, and pulling off your shirt and blazer, which were already half off at this point. Undoing your bra, you deposit all the clothes onto the floor. Swallowing nervously, you let your legs fall open, and Xavier groans when he sees your glistening folds. Your hand moves to your clit again and you rub in small circles. He watches intently, his cock hardening in his slacks.

“Look at your pretty pussy, baby. Looks delicious. Do your hands feel good?” He asks, and you nod. “That’s my girl. So good for me.”

Gaining more confidence at his praise, your fingers move a little faster, your other hand moving to press two fingers inside of yourself. You thrust your fingers in and out, starting to moan louder for him. Hissing his name out every once in a while. Every time you whimper his name, Xavier longs to touch you. But he wants to see you fall apart all on your own. An idea pops into his head - he wants to feel it too.

“Stop, baby. C’mere. I have an idea.” Xavier murmurs, pulling his slacks down and off. He stays in his boxers and his top, his strong, pale thighs on display. You obediently climb over to him, between his legs, and kiss him gently. His cock is bulging, so hard from watching you pleasure yourself. Going to touch it, he grabs your hands and shakes his head. “Don’t touch, baby. Want you to ride my thigh. Use me to make yourself cum.”

At his words, your stomach caves in, and you almost forget how to breathe. You move so you are straddling his thigh. He tenses it for you, and you tentatively rock your hips against it. Feeling your clit rub against his skin, a groan falls from your mouth. Xavier lays his arms back on the baseboard, so he’s not tempted to grab your hips and help you, and just watches.

“Such a good girl. Use my thigh. Wanna feel you drench it.” He coos, and your hips rock a little faster. The friction of his skin against your clit sends tingles up your spine the faster you rock. You whimper and pant, your heat painting his thigh with your juices. Xavier’s cock throbs in its constraints as he feels how wet and hot you are against him. “That’s it. Fuck, sweetheart.”

“’M gonna cum.” You tell him, nodding, your eyes locked on his.

“Cum for me. Cover me in it.” He encourages, nodding along with you.

You grip his shoulders for leverage so you can rock a little harder, and your nails dig into the broad muscles as you reach your limit. Crying his name out loudly, your thrusts begin to get sloppy. That’s when Xavier steps in, gripping your hips and helping you continue to rock and grind through your orgasm. Panting, you lean forward, sagging against his front. His arms move to wrap around you, rubbing your back.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. Look at the mess you made on my thigh.”

You both look down, seeing his soaked thigh dripping down onto the sheets. A blush rises on your chest, and you bury your face in his neck.

Xavier’s eyes still stay on his thigh.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” He runs a finger through the wetness and brings it up to his lips, sucking it into his mouth.

Within moments, Xavier is dropping you down onto the bed on your back, causing you to let out a startled gasp. He spreads your legs and slides down so he’s at eye level with your core.

“You were so good, baby. But now it’s time for my nightly meal.”

[tojiyes]

Let’s give Osamu a handjob

i’m making this post-love confession bully!osamu cause i can ksksks also merry christmas if u celebrate and happy sunday if u don't 🖤

words: 354 cw: gn!reader, handjobs, cumming in pants, domestic!osamu, name-calling, minors dni

imagine, if you will, sneaking up behind osamu while he’s doing the dishes and wrapping your arms around his waist. "i'm busy," he says bluntly, scrubbing one of the bigger pots in the sink.

"don't mind me," you whisper, stepping on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. afterward, osamu goes back to his task, not noticing your wandering hands until they slipped past his pajama bottoms.

"can i help y—jesus christ," he chokes when he feels your spit-covered hand wrap around his cock. "i can't help ya, right now. give me a minute."

you hum, lazily stroking his length as he continues to do his task, grumbling under his breath. "i'm okay, just wanna help you," he must have been in the mood as it didn't take long for you to feel him growing hard underneath your touch. "you're already making such a mess for me, samu, did you miss me?"

"shut up, yer so annoyin'," osamu lets the water run, forgetting what he was doing when his hips start lazily thrusting into your hand. curses falling from his lips as he starts scolding you. "so fuckin' desperate. can't go a few minutes without cock? is that it?"

yet he's the one leaking in your hand right now, gripping the counter to fuck himself properly in your grip. he must be so embarrassed—not unlike the way he treats you but you keep your comments to yourself, using your other hand to cup his balls as you whisper sweet words into his ear.

"shit," he growls, cumming in his pants and coating your hand with his seed. you don't stop, though, stroking him until his wet, soapy hands push you away. "fuck, fuck, okay, i get it," he pulls your hands out his sweats, groaning at the sight of them covered in his cum.

osamu grabs you by the wrist and marches over to the bathroom. "babe, what about the dishes?" you asked innocently, giggling as osamu huffs with every stomp of his feet.

"ya can finish them when we're done," he says, stripping your clothes off and pushing you into the shower.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[tojiyes]

this isn’t a suggestion at all but an insane thought: psychic reader gf x bf xavier where they’re sleeping together and somehow reader picks up xavier’s wet dream and it’s like a lucid wet dream together

wet dream / xavier thorpe x psychic!gf reader

It’s not the first time you do this. In fact, it’s become a routine at this point. Every time you don’t get to spend too much time together due to busy schedules, Xavier makes it his mission to sneak inside your bedroom.

Your roommate is well aware of it but always turns a blind eye, pretending to be deep into slumber while your boyfriend attempts to be quiet when sliding under the covers next to you.

It’s more of a failed attempt to be silent in all honesty, his weight causing your bed to squeak and he always scrunches his face at his own commotion. Complete disastrous attempt by the time you start cuddling and whispering.

“Missed you,” he murmurs and you peck his lips in return. “Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah but it’s okay. Let’s just sleep,” you respond in a soft whisper, face inches away from your boyfriend’s. “I don’t want to wake her up,” your voice is even more hushed when mentioning your poor roommate who has to put up with this.

“Right. Sleep tight, love you.”

“Love you too, good night.”

The kiss you share is followed by your weight dipping into the mattress as you shift around until your back is turned to him. His arm finds its way around your waist immediately, shoulder blades digging into his chest as you perform your sleep ritual. He nuzzles his face in your hair and falls asleep like that, your scent lulling him into a deep slumber. You follow him shortly after, pressing your cheek against his hand until everything becomes a blur.

Next thing you know, you’re in the nearby forest. You look around and realize it’s daylight, the rays of sun arrowing through the path to Xavier’s shed. You know the way there like the back of your hand and so, you keep on walking with confidence, albeit slightly confused as to why you’re here right now.

And then, you spot none other than your boyfriend. His tall frame is towering over something - or is it someone? - and it seems like he’s keeping the mysterious thing trapped between his body and a balding tree.

You’re intrigued and take a few more steps forward, only to determine that the mysterious shadow belongs to you. You’re the one he’s cornering and it seems like his lips are desperately pressing over every inch of your neck.

“What are we doing here?” You ask in a daze, baffled that you get to watch yourself being intimate with your boyfriend from an objective point of view.

Xavier stops and turns around, the shock written all over his face. He does a double take and tries to find you against the tree once again but that version of you has disappeared and all he’s left with is this new version of you.

“I think you’ve entered my dream.”

“Oh…” is all you can say, still shaken up and trying to put the pieces together. “Are we dreaming?”

“It felt real but then you showed up right behind me while we were kissing so uh… yeah. I think we are.” He doesn’t seem too convinced but it’s the only logical explanation.

You’re not that reassured either and so, you both stand in silence for a few moments.

“We were kissing in your dream,” you ponder, slowly coming to terms with the fact that none of this is real. “ Is that what you dream about?”

“Sometimes,” he admits bashfully, eyes trained on the ground. “Most of the times.”

“Is that all we do?” You prod, loving the way his cheeks turn pink.

“Not… really. But sometimes yeah.”

“Why are we here though?”

“Not sure but… I mean, we talked about doing it here one day. And I think it stuck with me.” This time, he laughs.

“It sure did,” you reciprocate the laugh, pointing at the bulge in his pants. He’s obviously gotten worked up. “Need some help with that?”

“Uh… yes, please.” Always so polite.

Without further ado, you close the gap between your bodies and pull him in for a kiss. He accepts it without missing a beat, strong hands holding you in place as your tongue explores his mouth. At the same time, you touch his crotch, rubbing his hard dick through his pants and he moans at the contact.

You drop to your knees moments later and he bites his bottom lip in anticipation, watching you intently and awaiting your next move. You flash him a smile as you unbuckle his pants, zipper flying down seconds before you pull his throbbing dick out. The breeze of fresh air hitting his penis makes him shiver and it shocks him to realize how real this feels despite dreaming.

He doesn’t get to mull over it, though, because you’re quick to take his mind off it by licking the swollen tip of his cock. He sighs and gains purchase on your hair, softly pulling on the roots as he silently begs for more. You comply and envelop his dick around the warmth of your mouth, doe eyes staring into his lust-filled ones as you do.

“Mhm, keep going,” he encourages, hips giving a slight forward push that makes your mouth accept more of him in.

Your tongue gets in the mix eventually, licking the underside of his cock while you move your lips back and forth. He’s on cloud nine, grunting and softly guiding your head with the gentle grip he has on your hair.

“Shit, d-don’t,” he pleads once your cheeks hollow and it feels like you’re sucking the life out of him. “Don’t wanna cum now,” he explains but it doesn’t help that you start laughing.

The vibrations makes his cock throb inside your mouth and he forces himself to pull out, although he’s now pouting at the lack of warmth.

“Come here,” is all he says as he guides you back on your feet and against the tree.

Just like when you’ve first entered his dream, he’s got you trapped between his body and the trunk of the tree. This time, however, his pants and boxers are down to his ankles and his hard cock is pushing against your body. The friction is not enough but he still rubs the pre-cum leaking tip against your clothes, desperate to get some relief while you kiss. His mission, however, is to get you at least partially naked so he eventually ditches his dry-hump session in favor of better things.

It takes a few seconds that feel like an eternity but you’re eventually free of your pants and panties, lower part bare and enticing Xavier to play with. Which is exactly what he does, fingers dipping between your folds and teasing your hole as you kiss.

“Just… fuck me,” you plead between kisses and he’s never obliged to something quicker.

His knees bend just slightly and he helps one of your legs around his thigh as he rubs the pink tip of his cock against your sopping entry. He looks at you like he always does, awaiting the silent confirmation your eyes are going to give him before he slips right in.

“Oh god,” he mumbles, always so affected by the way your cunt hugs his dick perfectly.

It’s always so warm and tight he has to take a moment to process it. Even when he’s dreaming, apparently.

He starts moving eventually, hips rocking into yours as he starts fucking you with languid thrusts. Your stare into each other’s soul as he does so, eyes keen on keeping the contact. It’s like you’re communicating without words and both of you are saying just how incredible this whole thing is, although Xavier is the first one to verbally acknowledge it.

“I can’t believe you’re in my dream.”

“Me neither.”

The smile you share is short-lived because he soon picks up the pace and you can’t help but furrow your brows in pleasure, getting lost in the way he fucks you. He gets lost in watching you, so entranced by your pretty face scrunching and your tight cunt squeezing him in with every push.

“Turn around.”

You comply once he takes his dick out, catching a glimpse of his hand stroking the length before you face the tree. Your back arches, heels above the ground as you stand on the tip of your toes and wait for him to fill you up again.

He doesn’t fail to do so, cock pushing inside your fucked out hole from behind. It feels so good he stumbles forward, forehead resting against the back of your head as he resumes his pace.

He’s taking his time with it, though, refusing to fuck you hard and fast. It’s not like he’s slacking either but he opts for deep and slow thrusts this time, wanting to savor the moment entirely.

“Feels so good,” he mumbles, hands sneaking up to your breasts. He kneads them between his fingers and uses the grip he has to push you onto his dick.

His thrusts become more erratic as the moments pass by, your ass slapping against his pelvis repeatedly with every harsh push. You can tell that he’s getting close judging by the way he pants behind and babbles uncontrollably, a number of expletives and mentions of your name being whispered in your ear.

And so, you decide to help one of his hands down to your pussy, guiding his fingers over your clit. He takes the hint immediately and starts stroking the bundle of nerves, causing you to fuck yourself against him in return.

He’s dangerously close to cumming at this point but refrains from doing so, forcing himself to focus on your pleasure for now. It doesn’t take too long anyway. Only a few moments of stroking is what you need before your cunt starts gripping his shaft unbearably tight.

When your body starts thrashing in his hold, he keeps his dick buried deep inside of you and prevents your knees from giving out. He’s there to help you through it all, never ceasing the friction applied to your clit as you orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re- shit, it’s… tight. You’re squeezing me so tight,” he heaves, teeth gritted as he tries with all his might not to cum.

He holds himself back enough for your orgasm to start subsiding and, then, his pace picks up again and he’s ramming into you. He uses your still fluttering cunt to get himself to the edge, thrusting into you a few more times until his hips freeze and he gets to cum.

“Fuck…” he groans when pulling his dick out moments after, the sensitivity making it impossible not to whine about it.

“Let me clean you up.”

The wicked smile on his face prevents you from objecting and you watch him kneel in front of you and hoisting your leg up. The last thing you remember is his tongue lapping at your cum-filled hole.

“Are you awake?” Your boyfriend’s voice brings you back to reality.

You open your eyes half-heartedly, frowning at the sun rays blocking your vision so early in the morning.

“‘am now.” Your grumpy voice makes his heart flutter.

When your eyes open and meet his, you know this wasn’t just a dream of yours. Judging by the way you look at him, he comes to the same conclusion.

“I was thinking maybe we can take a walk later? Through the woods?”

“I was thinking the same.”

[tojiyes]

dream visions!xavier x reader pt. 2

<< pt. 1

The dreams never stop. And Xavier awaits them now, always looking for new clues. He’s gotten to the point of lucid dreaming - completely aware of the fact that none of this is real.

That doesn’t stop him from devouring you entirely, never missing an opportunity to fuck you until his alarm clock rings in the morning. There are times when he’s lucky enough and he gets to cum - always deep inside your cunt while kissing you. He’s not even bothered by the fact that he wakes up with soiled underwear, only jumping in the shower to clean himself up in the mornings.

Most of the key elements from his dream visions are things he sees on you eventually. Whether it’s a new pair of earrings or a new t-shirt. Sometimes he wonders when he’s going to ruin you in them. Sometimes he wonders if he’s insane.

“I think everyone has an unique mark, don’t you guys think?” Enid asks one day.

“I guess? I have like two birthmarks,” Bianca adds to the topic and goes on to show hers. They look like clusters of freckles adorning her skin.

“Can’t tell if I have one,” Ajax chips in.

“I have one behind my ear.” It’s Xavier speaking this time and, just like Bianca, he shows his.

“I have one too,” you chime in.

“Yeah but you can’t show it,” Xavier scoffs in amusement.

“Huh?”

“You can’t show it. You’re wearing pants. And it’s kinda up-“

“How do you know?” You’re baffled.

“What?”

“How do you know where my birthmark is? I never showed it to you guys.”

Dead silence. All eyes are glued on Xavier.

“I- I don’t know. Lucky guess,” he clears his throat and looks like he’s about to pass out for a few seconds.

Slowly but surely, other silly topics are introduced, and he can only pray and hope they will draw everyone’s attention from his huge fuck-up.

And they do, the eery feeling getting pushed to the back of your mind for the time being. You don’t forget it, though.

He’s also gotten bolder over the weeks. You’ve always had good chemistry but he’s certainly more touchy these days. It doesn’t go unnoticed - you never miss the way he stares at your lips and licks his own when you talk. Nor the way he touches you in subtle ways, whether to push your hair away from your eyes when he teaches you how to draw, large hand encompassing yours as he moves the pencil for you.

There are days when he retreats, though. Like that one time you wore a new shirt you felt cute in and he rushed away from you. Or that other time he wouldn’t let go of your new ring, bewitched by the gemstone. He held your hand for minutes and played with the piece of jewelry, only to leave abruptly and without any explanation whatsoever.

You put up with it as your feelings develop, though. You never question him. Besides, how could you when he is acting so sweet at the most random times?

“I saw it in town and thought you might like it since you already have like… tons of them,” he explains while handing you a baby succulent.

Until this point, you’ve been over the moon because of the innocent and sweet gesture.

“Already have tons of them,” you repeat, eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Tons of plants. In my bedroom. The bedroom that you’ve never even been in.”

“Oh, I-“ Shit, shit, shit. He fucked up again. His thoughts run at the speed of light, trying with all his might to come up with an excuse. Even a shitty one, doesn’t matter.

“Listen carefully, Xavier. You’re starting to freak me out, okay? Are you spying on me?”

“What? No!” He’s doomed. “What the hell, of course not.”

“Then how do you know about my plants? And how did you know about my birthmark back then?”

His cheeks are burning.

“What do you mean?” He forces out a laugh. “I told you it was just a stupid guess, okay? And how is that even related? Even if I were to spy on you, how could I see that tiny mark on your thigh? That’s stupid.

“I never told you it’s on my thigh,” you’re quick to add in a whisper, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“Listen. It’s not - it’s not what it seems like, okay? I swear I’m not spying on you. I’m not some… weirdo.” He doesn’t even believe himself.

“No but you’re definitely acting… weird. There are times when you cut me off and won’t even acknowledge me. And you keep on saying these weird things. And you’re obsessed with all my new jewelry. Like… what’s going on because it’s sure as hell weird? Especially when you don’t always do it. Like sometimes you’re just nice, paying attention to me like I’ve always wished you did,” you admit, the facade coming down. Now he knows.

“Listen, I can’t… I don’t know how to explain it, okay?”

“Try!” Your raised voice makes him flinch.

At this point, you couldn’t care less. Not when you’ve just indirectly admitted your feelings for him and he’s still refusing to open up.

“I can’t. I will but- I need to… I need to think, okay?”

“You need time to think about an excuse to come up with or time to think about the way you feel about me?

“Neither.”

Rolling your teary eyes, you force him to take the plant back before slamming your bedroom door right in his face.

It takes you a night of ugly crying in your pillow and a few more days of no human contact to make sense of things.

In the last days, you rewound his behavior over and over again, from when he first gawked at your daisy pendant. It was followed by weird questions about your clothes, and the panic caused by the scar Enid gave you. Then the random bouts of reluctance. And the abnormal guesses. The birthmark was the one that gave his secret away in the end. He was right. Even if he did spy on you, he could never be aware of such a personal detail. He must’ve seen it.

The realization hits you at the Rave’N party.

Reading room. Now, is all the text you send reads.

He enters the room on auto-pilot, all senses thrown out the window as the anxiety eats his heart out.

“How come I’m naked in your visions?”

“Wha-“

“You’ve heard me. Stop playing dumb. Why am I naked? What are you doing to me in those dreams of yours?”

“What am I doing to- wow! Do you think I want to have them?” He’s so angered by your victim playing that he starts spewing words that are bound to be regretted. “They just come up, okay? You just… show up and suddenly I’m inside of you.”

“Inside me?”

“Yea, inside you! What don’t you get? I dream about us having sex. But I never asked for it.”

“Oh so you don’t want to have them.”

“What? No! God-“ The tone of his voice is aggravated because this is going all shades of wrong. “You don’t freaking get it, do you? I can’t control them. I started having them all of a sudden and I can’t stop any of it and I don’t even fucking know if they’re true. Your birthmark sure is true. And so is your scar. And so are all those goddamn things you own and you might wear again in the future. But I don’t know if any of this is true. I don’t know if it’s ever going to happen.”

“Do you want it to happen?”

The question takes him by surprise.

“Are you … are you asking me if I like you?”

“Yeah…”

He blinks twice in a row then lets out a scoff. It’s not malevolent by any means but it still makes your stomach twist.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, let’s put it that way.”

“Oh…” It‘s like the Earth has stopped spinning.

“Are you?” His eyebrows almost reach his hairline.

“I am.” Even though your lips move and sounds come out of your mouth, you can’t really process them.

It’s too much, and it takes Xavier closing the gap between your bodies for you to snap our of the trance. Doe eyes meet yours. He seems so curious and yet so relieved, shoulders no longer tense and jaw no longer clenched. It’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

For the first time tonight, he dares to really look at you. He studies your face carefully and every single detail is already embedded in his brain from all the dreams he’s had. Even the things you wear - and it hits him the moment his fingers feel the fabric of your dress. It’s the same mystery white dress he’s envisioned you wearing. He spots your pendant shortly after and he can’t help but smile at the accuracy of it all.

“What?” The way he examines you is nerve-wracking.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“No, it’s just that… the dress looks even more beautiful in real life. You do.” It’s obvious he’s genuine.

“Oh…” Once again, he leaves you speechless

Luckily, you don’t really need words right now. You’re both aware of what’s about to happen since he’s inadvertently admitted to having seen this moment before.

Even so, he doesn’t dare to make the first move. It’s you the one whose lips smash into his. He reciprocates the desperation, though, teeth clashing together and accidentally digging into lips. It’s messy and rushed but it encompasses all the pent-up frustration you’ve both had to deal with it.

It’s more obvious in Xavier judging by the way his hands are all over you, groping your flesh and fumbling with the hem of your dress. Rational thinking does not prevail right now, primal instincts taking over both of you instead.

You frantically tug at his tie, attempting to take it off but only managing to loosen it. It’s followed by frenzied attempts to unbutton his white shirt, all the while he’s shakily sneaking his fingers inside your underwear.

A gasp leaves your mouth when he plunges his middle finger in, knees about to give out so you pull him toward safety. The safety in question is the desk he helps you sit on, finger never leaving the warmth of your cunt. You can't help but beg for more by squeezing around his hand. He takes the hint and adds a second finger in.

When he does so, your hand balls around his tie and you pull him in for yet another kiss that he accepts wholeheartedly. It’s way more steady this time but mainly because he’s focused on fucking his fingers in and out of you instead.

And then he pushes himself off of you, large hands forcing your legs open as he crouches down between them. He glances up at you for confirmation and, when he gets it, he’s helping the underwear off your legs.

His face dives in shortly after, plump lips pecking your clit before parting your folds with his tongue.

He moans when your hand flies to his hair, nose digging into your clit the moment you pull on his roots. It drives him crazy and he proceeds to lick and suck on your cunt like a starved man, all the while you writhe in his hold. His hands hold your legs in place, though, never letting go. Not even when you cum on his tongue and he laps at your juices, not at all bothered by the way you convulse and slap your inner thighs against his ears.

At this point, he’s rock hard and throbbing. You can tell just by looking him in the eye - he’s needy and desperate. You aren’t any different.

When he enters you, your arms fly around his neck and your ankles interlock around his hips. His hips stutter deeper into you and he sighs, a wave of relief washing over him.

“Finally,” he mutters in the crook of your neck and you can’t help but agree.