Code Mistake

code mistake

— arkham knight x f!reader.

MINORS DNI 18+

WARNINGS: sexual content | mild gunplay | sexual harassment | flirting | enemies to lovers

“Now, where do you think you’re goin’?” The deep, digitally edged voice of the ARKHAM KNIGHT miraculously cuts through the ringing in your ears. The bullet hole dug into the concrete above your head smokes, and you breathe in its fumes, your hands over your head in a defensive pose. His warning shot. Laying on your stomach, you’d attempted to crawl away, and at the sound of his heavy boots sauntering after you, you’re secure enough to lift your head. You check his location, and he’s right on top of you.

“Wait!” you plea, raising a hand to him only for his glove to clamp around your wrist. Your socket aches as he yanks on your arm, lifting you in a swift motion to cup his forearm under your thighs and sling you over his shoulder. Your stomach makes contact with it, the air in your lungs huffing out with a groan as he straightens to his dizzying full height. “Let- me- go!” The fear of his gun had worn off, now carrying you to a car he’d called for back-up while you thrash in his grip.

“Easy there, little miss.” His one arm strapped around your legs by the inside of your knees, keeps you secure as he jostles you, making you emit another yelp from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm. “Wouldn’t want another accident, would we?” Your hands brace against his lower back, picking yourself up to observe your surroundings. The wreckage of the militant car you’d crashed lies waiting for Batman to inspect it. Surely you made sure the driver crashed for good reason, and you’d rolled out at the last second. Unscathed save for a few bruises and scrapes. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you. Until I don’t need you anymore.”

You bend your spine to glare at the back of his helmet. “He’s gonna find you.” you claim defiantly, pressing your lips into a thin line as he approaches the new car.

“Yeah? Let him. That’s what you’re for.” A queasiness sets in the pit of your stomach. The combination of adrenaline, your unfortunate circumstances, and the fact you’re leading Batman right to this enemy. “You got quiet there, sweetheart. You shocked?” his proud remark is met with your rally, sharply inhaling through your nose and opening your mouth to bite back when you’re interrupted. You squeak as you’re thrown into the backseat, your ass hitting the cushion and bouncing to a stop as he climbs in after you. There was no time to let you adjust before he invited himself in, his knee resting on the outside of your leg with the sole of his shoe planted firmly on the floor of the car. You see how he gently sways in his standing position as the vehicle departs, and your mouth dries from his compromising straddle. It’s disgustingly intimate. “If I didn’t know any better, babygirl, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” An indignant expression takes over your countenance, scrambling until your back hits the opposite door. He chuckles, sitting down where your legs once were on the seat. Leisurely, he rests his wrist on his propped up knee, keeping his gun handy. It taps and your breathing intensifies.

So as to not make any sudden moves, you’re tentative in your action to sit forward, and you keep your eye on him from the side. “Where are you taking me?” you question, failing to entirely conceal the quiver in your voice. He and his militia had plucked you from the Clock Tower, having been aiding the Bat in his endeavor to take back Gotham in its darkest hour.

The Arkham Knight shifts in his seat, and you hear a jingle. “Oh. Almost forgot.” There’s a tone of amusement in his phrase as he invades your space again; instinctively you shy away, but he snatches your wrist, raising your arm and cuffing you to the handle on the roof. “Can’t have you trying to get away again.” You wish you could stop hearing the grating technical noise of his mask when he talks, whatever he uses to veil his true auditory signature from any voice recognition. When you face him, you’re taken aback by how much closer he is to you. The eyes of his helmet remain on you as you press yourself to the window. Harshly, his hand comes to pinch your jaw between his fingers and his thumb, and your brows knit together as he examines you, adjusting you side-to-side. “What’s so special about you, huh?”

You yank out of his hold, incredulous over his question. “What are you talking about?”

“The Bat. He’s coming after you. Shouldn’t matter to me why, but it does. He got a little thing for you?” The knuckle of his index finger brushes up your thigh flirtatiously, and you jerk it away.

“No.” you answer.

“You sure?” A lilt of surprise to his tone has you bewildered, eyeing him up as he hums. “That’s lucky.”

The crease in your brows deepen as a curl of disgust tugs at your upper lip. “Is it?”

His arm stretches up, revealing the view of his gun in his other hand, reminding you of its ever-weighing presence. Suddenly your boldness is once again depleting, you don’t notice until it’s settled that his arm now rests behind your head on the back of the vehicle seat, curling around you, tucking you into the space in his side. “Sure. You know, there’s not much to do up at the safehouse. We could…” as he trails, the end of his weapon seeks you out, and your heartbeat quickens at the sight of a gun tracing down your chest. “have a little fun of our own while the Bat catches up to us,” Its tip hesitates at the neckline of your shirt, and you exhale deeply, caving in your chest with a gulp. The gun catches on the hem, tugging it down enough to show him your cleavage. “how’s that sound?”

omg mara when u get back plssss give us more ak!jason getting off on degradation while he’s balls deep inside you 😵‍💫 more ak!jason in general cuz god he’s eating away at my brain when he really need to be eating this pussy

YES YES YES

ak!jason is abhorrent when he talks and he doesn’t care. you’re a toy for him, something for him to use. “god, dirty fucking whore. and you’re getting off on this?” he mocks you when you moan, and when you willingly stick your tongue out for him to spit on “you’re filthy, you’d lick the floor if i came on it wouldn’t you” but god, he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t watch, and that the thought made him hard. and maybe you’re moaning too loud, making noise that he doesn’t want to hear, he has no problem slapping you, clamping a hand over your mouth and muttering out a “toys don’t speak, shut the fuck up” and he laughs when he feels you clench around him.

Snapped

Alright yall here it is! This is based off of this idea. So many of you wanted me to expand so I made a short fic of it. This is just under 2k words. Happy Sinful Sunday, my loves!

Warnings: Unprotected P in V, neck grabbing, rough sex, Matt's a little mean.

The grip Matthew Murdock had on his control was rock solid. It had to be when he believed he had the devil in him. He kept that side of him locked away in chains, only to be released on the unsuspecting scum of Hell's Kitchen. 

And lately, you.

You were an anomaly to Matt. You had come into his life and accepted him completely, devil and all. You offered up your heart, soul, and body in return and Matt had never been happier. His life was finally looking up. 

But that didn't mean he didn't still have bad days.

It had been a week from hell for Matt and it seemed like you weren't making things any easier. You seemed to tease him at every turn, knowing Matt was too busy to indulge in the sweet release you dangled in front of him. 

Saturday night he finally had enough. He was getting ready for his nightly patrol, everything but his mask on when you walked out of the bedroom in nothing but one of his button down shirts. And if that wasn't enough, you took one look at him and crossed your arms, popping your hip out. 

"Matt, are you seriously going out tonight?" 

That ironclad control of his… snapped.

Prowling forward, he backed you up until your back hit the wall, his hand wrapping around your throat. He pressed his fingers under the hinge of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. He took a deep, low breath and rumbled quietly at the scent of you. No trace of fear, just arousal. He skimmed his nose up the side of your cheek before speaking into your ear.

"You are walking a very fine line, sweetheart. Be careful you don't overstep." He heard the uptick in your heartbeat and smirked. "Choose your next words very carefully."

"I'm just worried about you, Matt. You've had a long week and you promised me you'd take a break today and you haven't."

Matt instantly felt a little bad about snapping at you but your body language told him you honestly didn't mind. Then he remembered the ways you've been teasing him all week.

"A long week, huh? And you wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

You had the decency to look sheepish at his comment.

"I can't help it if you're just irresistible when you're riled up. Besides, I kept hoping you'd take the bait and take a break from everything. I've missed you this week." You admitted quietly. 

"Oh, now you're being demure. You weren't so sweet when you were helping to rile me up." 

"Matt, please…"

"Please what, sweetheart? Use your words." He cooed condescendingly. You narrowed your eyes at his tone.

"And if I don't?"

"Then I will tie you to the bed, put a vibrator in your pussy, and leave you there all night." He threatened making your heart lurch. You knew he meant every word and so you swallowed your pride and asked him for what you wanted.

"Please fuck me, Matt. I need it, I need you. I've missed you so much this week-" Matt's mouth descended onto yours, effectively shutting you up. He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue. One hand stayed around your throat while the other grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. Then, he pressed his entire body into yours, making you moan into his mouth.

"Keep your hands here." Matt commanded before letting go of your wrists in favor of trailing his hand down your body. You did as he said, keeping your hands above your head. Slowly, Matt kissed his way down your jaw and neck before dropping to his knees in front of you. He pushed up the shirt you were wearing to nuzzle at your stomach and nipped at your hip bone when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"Had plans, did you?" He asked. You bit your lip.

"Let's just say I was determined to get you to take a break." You admitted breathlessly. Matt hummed and kissed right above your clit, causing your breath to hitch.

"Mission accomplished, I suppose." He murmured. Before you could say anything else, Matt was pulling a leg over his shoulder and diving into your cunt. You moaned loudly as he licked a stripe up your cunt and it took everything in you to keep your hands in place. 

"Good girl. Keep those hands up." Matt broke away long enough to say before diving back in. He worked you over quickly but before you could cum, he pulled away. You whined, your body lurching at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

"Don't whine. I still remember the way you've teased me all week. The only way you're cumming tonight is on my cock and when I say so. Understand?" Matt tsked.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now go lay down on the bed and spread those legs for me. Keep the shirt on." You raised an eyebrow but did as he said. It took a minute before he followed you but when he entered the room, he was naked. His movements were still very much a prowl and as he made his way to the end of the bed, he towered over you. Slowly, he crawled over you, settling in between your legs.

He leaned down and kissed you languidly, like he had all the time in the world. You could feel his dick caught between the two of you, its length hard and leaking. He ground himself against you as he kissed you, and you whimpered into his mouth. You were unsure if you were allowed to touch him so you kept your hands to yourself, gripping the sheets in your fists.

"You can touch me, sweetheart." You sighed in relief and you brought your hands up, burying them into his hair. Matt shifted his hips and then he was grinding his dick against your pussy. You both moaned at the feeling and Matt quickly lined himself up and sunk in. You cried out at the sudden intrusion and Matt cursed at the way your walls seemed to clamp down on him. 

"You okay, sweetheart? You feel so damn good." Matt panted. You whimpered and nodded.

"Please, fuck. Need you to move, baby." Matt groaned and obliged, moving his hips in a rough rhythm. He fucked you hard, one hand on your hip and the other holding himself up. With every snap of his hips, you seemed to move up the bed until you were practically crushed against the headboard. Matt kissed you through it, his lips scorching their way across your lips, jaw, and throat. 

It didn't take long for you to approach your high, your previous ruined orgasm making it easy for Matt to wind you up again. 

"Beg me for it, sweetheart. Beg me to make you cum." Matt slowed to a grind, giving you just enough to drive you higher but not enough to get you there. You couldn't help but to whine.

"Matt, please, please. I've been good for you, I've done as you asked. Please let me cum. Please." Matt smirked, the look almost feral, and slid his hand from your hip to thumb at your clit as he picked back up the pace. 

"Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Let me feel it." You cried out as you came, body locking up around Matt. He worked you through it, gritting his teeth to stave off his own orgasm. 

"That's it, sweetheart, that's it. Doing so good for me." When you finally came down from your high, Matt pulled out of you and flipped you over. You yelped at the sudden change and Matt chuckled.

"Hope you didn't think I was done with you." Matt growled as he positioned you on your hands and knees. He smoothed a hand up your spine before burying his hand in your hair and pulling, forcing you to arch your back.

"Good girl…" Matt murmured before sinking back into your heat. He set another brutal pace, fucking you hard and fast. You took it willingly, moaning and writhing beneath him. 

"Matt- God- fucking me so good. Missed you, missed this." You babble, mind gone due to the way Matt was fucking every thought out of you. Above you, Matt smirked and angled his hips so he hit your G spot with every thrust, effectively rendering you beyond words. You could do nothing but moan and whimper beneath him. Matt moaned above you, the feeling of you clenching around him almost too much.

"That's my good girl. Taking everything I give you. You're gonna make cum, baby. Are you gonna take it? Gonna let me fill you up?" 

"Yes, Matt, yes! Fuck, please! Let me feel it." Never one to take without giving, Matt slipped one hand beneath you and began thumbing at your clit again. You screamed as it shoved you suddenly over the edge. Matt groaned and came as well, buried deep within you. He slid out of you, hissing at the oversensitivity, and laid down beside you. You both just lay there panting. You felt Matt shift and then his hand was grasping one of yours.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" You asked, completely bewildered.

"For being so busy this week. I really have been neglecting you and that's-"

"Matt, be quiet. You have nothing to apologize for. You haven't been neglecting me. You're busy. I get that. There's gonna be times like this no matter what you do and I'm not going to leave you just because you have a lot going on." You told him, squeezing his hand and rolling to face him. Matt's eyes were wide and darting around, like he couldn't quite believe you really weren't going to leave him. So you tugged on his hand and pulled him in so he was laying with his head on your chest.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Murdock. I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

At that, Matt couldn't help but chuckle. He positioned himself so his ear was right above your heart, listening to it pound away, proof you were alive and with him.

"I think I'd like that." He would have to get up eventually, would have to go out. But for now, cradled in your embrace, he hurt a little less and that was all that mattered to him.

MELTING TASTE ☾

mma toji missed his lil popstar a bit too much ‪‪︎‬‪‪‪‪︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

tags — toji cums while eating pussy, unprotected, dry humping, touch starved, pussy drunk, needy toji, masturbation, squirting, fingering, somnophilia,

notes— links are informational NOT nsfw links! OPEN THEM!

toji hated overseas matches. the long flights, hotels, new restaurants, none of it bothered him all that much. but now it did. especially when he’d have to see your face plastered everywhere. billboards, magazine, ads—yet you’re not here.

pup :p: does this look nice??? be honest bc i fr don’t know if i like the set😵‍💫 like does it work for the first song?!????

*video attached*

toji audibly groans, why do you do this to him? you were getting ready for another concert right now, while he’s hundreds of miles away, looking at you twirling around in the first outfit of the night.

tojii <;33: i see your panties…

pup :p : it’s a body suit….

pup :p: u literally didn’t answer my question😑

tojii <33: the colors work.

pup :p: 😐

tojiii <33: 👍

incoming FaceTime call from PUP :P

toji squints after accepting the call. the sudden noise and bright light from your dressing room, illuminates his face as he lays back in his quiet hotel room.

“tojiii does it look okay,” you burst, talking fast as you bounce around the screen showing him every single angle of the dress. toji didn’t realize how much he missed you until he heard your voice again.

“i answered you already, baby. it looks good,” he sits up a bit, resting an arm behind his head, as he looks over your outfit.

“you gave me a thumbs up,” you snark, leaning forward squinting into the screen, making the man laugh. “I can’t even see you, it’s dark—“

toji doesn’t say a word, but reaches over and turns the bedside lamp on. your face immediately perks up.

“you’re so cute, listening to me so quickly,” you gush, making toji roll his eyes. fucking tease.

toji understands you’re a popstar. shiu was even surprised to see how well toji assimilated into your life. he didn’t mind checking your outfits, or taking naps in the studio as you learned new dance choreography. vice versa, you pounced around the gym like a ray of sunshine. the other fighters were scared to approach you at first. you were very intimidating, always cold and edgy on stage, but the moment toji came over to you after a training match, your eyes went bright. absolutely melting when toji interlaced your hands bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

since then the men in the gym were immediately drawn to you. sitting with you as you waited for toji, all of you watching the man train for another match. you fit perfectly.

“give me a spin, baby,” he smiles, and you immediately bounce up and give him a spin. you were too easy for him. not even noticing how you listen to every word he says too.

“isn’t it super nice. the hickey here faded too,” you lift your black skirt to show him your plush thighs, lifting your leg up as your hand smooths over the skin of your inner thigh. “utahime was upset how much time it’s been taking to cover up your marks.” your fingers dance on your squishy thighs, only reminding toji of how long it’s been since he’s been able to wrap his arms around your legs as he buries his face between your legs.

“I’ll mark you up the second i come back, don’t worry,” toji clicks his tongue as you drop the skirt to lean forward so he can see your face closer, and that little twinkle in your eyes.

“I’m not worrying, i know you miss me. you don’t have to say it.” god you’re such a fucking tease.

“how many pictures have you sent me?” his scar twitches into a smirk as he sees you avert your eyes for a moment.

“that’s like…so different,” you blush, remembering how much you missed him. you’ve been sending photos of yourself, followed by a voicemail yesterday of you sighing his name. toji almost punched a wall — he was out on a run when you’d called and he wasn’t there to pick up.

“you like bouncing around on stage showing off for so many people?” his question had your lips curling as you adjusted yourself, making it obvious the way you lean forward so he can see the tops of your tits.

“ya it’s really fun. love the attention so much,” your voice is low, dragging each word with a knowing grin. tease. “you know how it is…”

toji cursed under his breath. it almost made him bust remembering how intense you get on stage. you absolutely adore your fans, and you outdo yourself each concert. after going to a couple of your concerts, toji never wanted you to go alone.

“are you wet already, princess?” toji adjusts himself, trying to ignore the stir in his shorts. because he did not need to remember how absolutely stimulated you get after concerts. always throwing yourself on him afterwards.

your elbows are resting on the counter as you drag your finger across your bottom lip, tongue peaking out to lick the digit before biting down.

“lemme see,” toji touches his scar with his tongue as his legs spread a bit watching you stand up. “lift your little skirt up for me,” he smiles watching you obey. your lacey black body suit had him clenching his jaw. “show me.”

his words sent another warmth down to your panties. “you’re so needy, toji,” you laugh.

“I’ll end the call,” his breath choked for a moment, suddenly realizing what he’s doing, your cheeks flush.

toji always told you how jerking off is something college kids do. he’ll only send you videos of his hard dick after a match, but usually when you call him already touching your pussy, toji just talked you through it, not really doing much with himself. his instructions on the phone shameless, not caring at all that his team was around as he worked out in the gym overseas.

“did you spread your legs nice and wide for me princess?” he’d grunt as he lifted a weight.

“mhm,” you whimper.

“good girl,. now lick your pretty fingers fer me.” you listen and give another confirmation. “now rub yer clit—“

“but toji,” you hesitate, a little upset that he’s not telling you to finger yourself.

“you were sending me pictures all day with your pussy leaking through your panties. Dont be fucking greedy now and expect anything else inside your hole than me. so be a good girl and make yourself cum with your clit or I’m not fucking you when I come back.” toji drops his weights, sitting up as he waits for you to answer.

“you’re so mean,” you frown, finally obeying him. toji never really understood the whole sexting thing before you started dating. he was only six years older than you, but sometimes he was just so out of loop it made him feel older than twenty-seven. still he didn’t mind it. smiling when he’d answer the phone to hear you coo his name.

in other words, toji has always been very composed. at least, he liked to tell himself that. but recently the only thing on his mind in the morning is, you. when he goes to sleep, you. when he’s working out, you. when he showers, you!

“are you jerking off?” your words sent another groan from the man. he couldn’t control himself anymore. remembering the video you sent last night of your wet pussy on display after a concert. now talking to you on the phone and the adrenaline of his match tomorrow…

“fuck, keep talking to me, princess ,” his shirt was pushed up, abs on display as his hand moved up and down, tugging on the thick girth between his legs.

“I thought you said jerking off was for college kids, huh? not as mature as you thought you were,” you giggle, purposefully ignoring toji’s broken grunts and demands to show your pussy. “nuh-uh, you can cum just from my voice. cmon big boy, you’re doing so good already ❤︎‬.”

“fhuck y/n,” toji drops his head back. “keep talking,” your legs closed, almost whining because you wanted to see his cock so badly. how hard was he? how big did he look?? you wanna see the full view of your big scary boyfriend jerking off before a big match because his pretty little girlfriend isn’t there to satisfy his needs. but he kept the phone angled to his face. the flush on his cheeks, the veins on his neck—

“wanna fuck yer pussy, baby, ngh, need you fuckin’ cummin on my dick,” toji grunts, chest rising as he tries to mimic the way you jerk him off. but it’s so different. he didn’t have your soft pretty hands. the squeezes you’d give his base before moving up to run your thumb on his slit teasingly. the way you’d run another hand to fondle his cum filled balls. the cute pout you’d give him as you suckled on his fat tip.

he loved when he’d be working out with you in his private gym, and you’d come over as he’s doing bench presses.

“don’t,” he’d always warn, quickly placing the bar back just as you pull his shorts down, kissing his tip.

“it looked so cute pressing up,” you coo, smiling up with the most obvious smirk. minx.

“ffuck y/n/n,” his jaw clenches, breath uneven as he edges closer and closer.

“gunna cum all over yourself? cmon, you’re doing so good,” you praise, “you miss me, toji, ya? ya?”

“fucking…tease,” toji jerks his hips up as his cock shoots his load on his chest, some hitting his face as he groans. his chest heaves as he continues to tug on his fat dick. absolutely annoyed that he had to do that, just because of how much he— “miss you baby.”

your heart stops.

yes, you’ve told toji a million times how much you miss him. even when he’s here and he’s been gone all day and visits you later, you’ll be dramatic and throw your arms around him and tell him how much you missed him. letting him pet your head as he continues walking to the kitchen with an arm wrapped around you.

“tojiiii!” your heart is squeezing. toji wipes the cum of his face as he gives you a soft smile. a smile he only ever shows you.

“have a good concert tonight,” your heart is beating so unbelievably fast. how can this fucking dick just say the most downright vulgar ass shit as he jerked off then be a cool headed adult a second later.

“I will! don’t act all composed,” you scoff, but toji can see the flustered look on your face. “and I wanna see your dick, please…please,” your whining has the man rolling his eyes. moving his phone down so now you can get a view of his hand covered in cum still lazily stroking himself as a few droplets oozed from his tip down the bulging veins.

*pup :p took a screenshot*

“delete th—,” toji stops when he sees the drool coating your lips. “how wet…”

“a lot,” you whimper, embarrassed how horny you are right now. toji feels his cock twitch at the desperation in your voice.

just then your manager, utahime, comes running in, yelling at you about how long you took to get dressed.

“kay toji, bye bye!”

toji sighs as he drops the phone, head falling back as well, not before looking down at his chest. whats gotten into him?

the sounds of the cheering could be heard down the long halls. toji was loosening his muscles as shiu held his phone for him.

“is he angry?” you cringe as you speak to shiu.

“well—“

“not angry,” toji snaps, practically seething. the videos of his opponent literally spitting on his chest as they walked into the stadium just minutes ago, already having gone viral.

toji. was. pissed.

you and shiu exchange looks.

“deep breaths, baby!” you cheer on the other line, sitting on the couch in the living room, the match already on the tv as your cat snuggles in your lap.

“I’m taking deep fucking breaths, baby.”

“take more!” you huff, shiu cringing as he sees the vein in his fighters head start to throb. “just loosen everything up. don’t forget to watch for this guys left. he goes really hard! and he’s really fast to lock you from behind. oh and he has that dirty move that he does when…” your rambling just went on, shiu’s heart was beating a bit faster as he debated whether to hang up now, or wait for toji to blow up from your—

“got it,” toji stands up. you smile brightly, hands balled in fists as you cheer him. shiu thought he knew toji better. the man was always a ticking time bomb before matches. the sudden outbursts and yelling seem to have been cooled just by calling you, for gods sake, you weren’t even here!

“you got this!” you shout, clapping and whistling as your cat meows at your movement. toji holds his phone now, winking at you.

“gonna put on a show fer ya.”

your cheeks flush at his words, heart skipping a beat, as you clap. “you better!” you lift your cat up to the screen. “we’re cheering you on!”

toji clicks his tongue, a thing he always did before ending a call making you smile. your eyes glued to the tv screen now.

your heart was beating so fast, squeezing the pillow and leaning forward, standing up and falling to your knees. you were always dramatic watching his matches before, but now you’re even more invested…and nervous. cringing at the blows he’s taking. your hands clasped together as toji spits blood.

he always looked unbelievably cool during fights. your eyes lighting up when he dodges like he’s some action movie villain. the way his blows look so powerful and definitely hurt like shit. “you got this, you got this,” you’d mumble over and over. pulling at your teeth as toji spat more blood.

however, the second his opponent fell, you were already screaming loudly, startling your poor cat. but that wasn’t it, because the camera men and reporters were flooding the cage as the referee held toji’s arm up.

“what an amazing match toji! you’re basically on top of the world right now! what’s the first thing you’re going to do after this?” the reporter shoved the mic in front of toji as his chest rose and fell, still high on adrenaline.

“heading back home,” toji answers. his answers always curt.

“that quickly!? we’re gonna miss you here! you’ve spent months training for this match, as we’ve seen, is there anyone you’d like to give a shout out too?” the reporter was smiling brightly. usually toji was snark with his comments, but he seems a bit more laid back now.

his eyes shift away from the reporter and towards the camera. his scar tugging up gently. your heart skipped a beat….

“like the show, baby?”

toji’s smile had the entire stadium fainting. women screaming, because oh. my. god. never….never in the history of this man’s professional career, has he shown such a smile. a smile that melts every single heart. a smile that makes men fix their pants, because it’s just so precious. so rare.

but not for you.

your cheeks were flushed as you laughed at your man. you missed him, but your heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster because he’s such a fucking sweetheart. even if it’s the smallest ass things, he makes them bigger because you know he cares when he does them. he’s such a fucking tease. especially that wink he sends at the camera, just for you.

the stadium was cheering loud, by their fighter’s wink. shiu and the rest of his team had to pick their jaws off the ground because they’d thought toji was about to reveal your relationship.

“it seems like people were split walkin’ in here, but we know they’re all walking out being your fans!” the reporter laughs. “thanks again for speaking to us and putting on an amazing match as always!” toji does the unexpected and bows his head very curt and short as a courtesy to the reporter.

shiu and the rest of the team immediately flood toji, because that’s the best way to end an amazing match. it’s better to get toji out now before other reporters start to bother him and ultimately tick him off and set another headline of toji loosing his cool.

you lay on the couch eyes growing heavy as you watch the cameras shift around. some catching toji heading to the locker-rooms. then cutting again to the reporters. then back to toji as he heads out.

you don’t notice how much toji’s been influenced by you. but shiu and the guys know how much, even if it’s the smallest shit. especially now when toji doesn’t brush past fans that are reaching over, instead leaning over very brefily, allowing them the chance to snap a pic before he continues his walk to the car.

“you’re so funny,” you laugh over the phone, already tucked in bed, tired from your own long night, and staying up to catch his match live.

“was sending you my regards,” toji laughs, leaning his head back on the seat.

“when does your flight land?” you ask, reaching at the space next to you. “I’ll pick you up.”

“will you now?” toji hums.

“i will. I’ll be incognito,” you laugh to yourself, toji hums. the rest of the conversation fades as you slowly fall asleep. what you didn’t know was that toji did in fact book an earlier flight. touching ground exactly a night later.

he was completely exhausted. he needed to sleep. the door clicking behind him as he dropped his suitcase and bag at the door step. dragging his body up the stairs as he discarded his cap, sunglasses, peeling off his sweater with a small groan, still bruised up. finally reaching his destination and slipping into the shower.

his eyes brushing over your hair products scattered in your own little shelf in his shower.

he steps out, drying himself off as he heads to the sink, seeing all your products around as well. your own clothes in his hamper too. your tampons under the sink as he grabbed a lotion.

slipping a loose pair of shorts on, he finally walks into the large wide bedroom overlooking the city. the moonlight illuminating his most precious person sprawled on his bed. for the amount of times you whine about not knowing how to sleep in an empty bed. you tend to sleep right smack in the middle all stretched out on your tummy, taking every bit of room there is to offer.

his large body lifts the covers up, easily dipping the bed as he sinks into the warmth you’ve created. his body easily pressing into your back, arm running up your exposed leg as he hugs and arm around your waist, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling your natural smell.

“missed you,” he sighs, easily falling asleep. the warmth consuming him. your presence lulling him deep. he needed you with him always.

toji wakes up the next day to you still fast asleep right in the middle of the bed. he rolls over, hugging you again, his lips kissing your neck. your body radiating warmth as he continues to let his hands roam around. you’re so cute.

definitely jet lagged, but not minding at all that he woke up before you. it gave him the chance to memorize your face all over again. so pretty, your lips parted as you took even breath. your lashes kissing your cheeks as the sunlight paints your skin a nice glow.

he missed you so much, kissing your cheek again. his eyes scanning down your body, seeing that you’d push the covers down to your thighs. his chest swelled with warmth as he noticed you wearing his big sleeved shirt and your small yellow shorts.

his knuckles were cut and digits were rough making your skin feel even more soft. he needed more. fuck, he needed to taste you so badly. his hands continued to move up, until his fingers hooked around the waistband and carefully peeled your shorts off.

“slutty princess,” he coos under his breath. no panties. you were still stretched on your tummy, shuffling a bit at the breeze in your sleep. unconsciously pushing your ass out and spreading your legs only showing off your cute lower lips.

he missed you so much. he couldn’t help but let his hand spread over your ass, thumb coming down to feel the warmth of your pussy lips. rubbing your slit as he thumbed your hole. you were adorable.

toji let his mouth press kisses on your hip, your thighs. his arms easily sliding you to rest on your back as he slipped down between your legs. he ignored the stir in his shorts because he was finally where he’d been dreaming about for days. he was honestly surprised that he’d gotten through the match after only jerking off. usually he needed some good fucking for a couple hours, but after he started dating you, it’s become easier to only think about having you when he sees you again.

fuck. his mouth is already watering at the sight. your scent only drawing him closer. lazily resting his face against your pussy. tongue sticking out as he takes a lick up the soft skin, his hand spreading your legs further apart.

it was almost like a trance, the way his tongue swirled through your slit, body trembling when he began to feel your wetness start to ooze out of your small hole.

half lidded eyes dark, sucking your small clit, his body heating up excited to get your clit all big a puffy again. his arms wrapped around your thighs as he began to feel you stir more and more.

the only thing on his mind was having more of you. laying flat on his stomach, hips grounded in the mattress as he pants and drools.

“ah,” the small whimpers you gave in your sleep had his dick straining uncomfortably. you were beautiful. your essence has him melting . his fingers couldn’t help but slid your his shirt further up until he could see your pretty tits, cute nipples perky as your lips opened with sighs. his big hand groping at the flesh, humming as he got even more worked up.

his eyes would occasionally close in bliss as he became greedy and was taking long laps of your pussy, nose rubbing against your clit until he’d come up and suck the bud between his teeth.

“toj…” his sleeping beauty absolutely blissed out in her sleep had his leg flex, pressing his hips further down on the mattress as he rubbed himself with each lap he took of your pussy. he needed you to cum, he needed to have you coat his mouth.

your eyes fluttered as you felt an overwhelming sense of relief sweep through your body as you gave a small whimper. body trembling, suddenly feeling the body between your legs. your eyes teary from the morning and sudden orgasm that you’d thought was a dream.

“you’re so cute,” you sigh, rolling your hips up to meet his lips as he rubbed your soft thighs, squeezing the flesh. you flashed a cute little smile, eyes tired from sleep. your fingers running through his dark hair, pushing it back to see his cut brow and bruised cheekbones. “tojii, say something?”

he groans, pulling away for a moment, lips and chin shiny as he sticks his tongue out to touch his scar. “hi, puppy.”

your stomach flips. his cheeks were flushed, his face bruised and some stitches covered in bandages. he was so fucking hot. your heart skipped at beat when he even gave you a little smirk.

“hi,” you gush, petting his head as toji dives back into your pussy, groaning.

“fuck how’d you get even more wet, baby?” he grunts, sucking and lapping harder. “did I make you like this? you miss me that much?”

you fist his hair, whining as he selfishly continues to eat you out. your legs starting to close around his head from the overstimulation.

“pup,” his voice is low, his grip tightens around your thighs, suddenly feeling his teeth sink into your inner thigh. a yelp escapes your lips.

“toji!” you pull his head back, seeing the deep marks on your thigh.

“keep yer legs open,” he practically growls, your heart beating a little quicker. his mouth opens as he goes back to your pussy. “so fucking messy,” he slurps, groaning as he rocks his hips into the mattress.

your back is arching off the bed, eyes cloudy as toji holds your legs open, not caring how much your body is trembling, or the squeals you give out.

your sweater is bunched over your tits, Toji occasionally looking up to see your blessed out face and pretty tits perk up as you hump your sloppy cunt on his face.

“give it to me,” toji pinches your clit, eyes running dark as he sees the full body jump you give, nails digging into his shoulder and hair as you cry.

“it’s too much—to—ji,” you’re rocking your hips meeting his greedy mouth as he lets you desperately hump his face, fingers holding the hair above his head trying to push and pull him closer to you.

his eyes were turning cloudy, senses only focusing on how good you taste, the slippery feeling of his tongue running up and down your slit, swirling around to tug and tease your clit, before running down to push his tongue into your wet pulsing hole, feeling how desperate you are clenching around him. he loved this feeling, god, he needed more attention—

toji was suddenly groaning into your pussy. eyes falling back into his skull, his grip tightened around your thighs, leaving dark marks as your body trembled at the unexpected vibrations.

the fighters eyes were dazed. he pulled away for a second to catch his breath, but the moment he did your stomach went tight, pitch rising as you squirted on his face. he blinked in surprise, head still hazy as he instinctively pressed his thumb on your clit, holding it up as he latched his lips around to clean you up, still groaning lazily.

“too much,” your chest was heaving as you pushed his head away, legs trembling. your hands falling to your chest, calming down. however, toji was awfully silent.

he pressed his face to your thigh, giving them slow kisses…pretty unusual for him. he usually gives you a kiss after eating you out, saying he wants you to taste yourself…

“what time did you come back?” your fingers brush through his hair, his head resting on your tummy as his muscular back rises and falls.

“around 4ish,” he looks up, your cheeks flush at the mess on his face. you couldn’t help it, suddenly cradling his face in your hands as you sit up to kiss him. he hums in surprise, opening his mouth as you whine at the taste. you were so needy even after he smothered his face between your legs…well maybe he was doing that more for himself—

pushing him to lay down, you continue kissing him, your fingers running across his exposed abs, careful not to touch his injuries. your hand inching closer to the waistband of his shorts, playing with the material, excited to feel the hot weight in your hand—

“let’s take a bath together,” he holds your wrist, stopping you.

“mmm, okay,” you mumble, smiling against his lips as you try to move your hand, but he doesn’t let go.

“you didn’t miss taking baths together?”

“i didddd, but i wanna touch you,” you’re all pouty.

“always fucking whining,” toji feels you struggling, as you try to move around.

“I’m being nice,” your brows pinch. “I’m trying to reciprocate your kindness—ah ow, toji,” you hate when he manhandles you at the worst moments. pinning your wrists to your sides as he hovers over you.

you whine even more, until you notice the very obvious wet patch in the front of his shorts and a certain bulge pressing out.

“did you…cum?”

his breath hitched. your eyes flip back to his face, noticing the deep flush running across his cheeks. “you did—“

“y/n, wait!—“ however your foot is already hooked around his waistband pulling the material down his hips, your eyes blowing at the load he spilled in his shorts. he didn’t even wear boxers! his cock was still hard, but it was drenched in his cum, his tip oozing still…

“you came right now?!” you couldn’t help but be shocked, even as he buried his face in your neck, his hand letting go of your wrist to fall over your eyes instead.

“fuckin’ zip. it,” he practically growls in your ear.

you bite your cheek trying not to get excited, which you couldn’t even explain.

“you missed me that much?” your fingers rack through his hair, his hips falling closer to your heat, groaning under his breath as his wet sticky cock, laid across your pussy, his body so needy to rock his hips, humping your sloppy cunt. “you’re cumming your pants, and jerking off cuz of little ol me?” you really were a fucking tease.

“what did i fucking say.”

toji snaps. you barely had time to blink before you felt your body flip and your hips getting pulled back. “forgot about that fuckin attitude of yours.”

“what attitude?! you’re the one that’s all worked u-uhhn ahhh toji!” your eyes roll back into your skull. toji thrusts his full big fat length deep inside your tummy.

“arch it, fuck, like that,” his big hand soothes down the arch of your back, knowing exactly where to press down to have your legs spread even more as you grasp the sheets, the sudden fullness had you seeing stars. “good. fuckin. girl. just needed my dick to shut you the fuck up.” he hisses at how tight you’re clenching around him.

“still sucking my dick like a virgin,” he groans, hearing you only moan into the sheets. tears getting soaked up as your moans get muffled by the blankets. he doesn’t usually run his mouth during sex, but this morning he can’t stop it, each word being met with a merciless thrust. your pussy sucking his entire cock, squelching at his own cum and your juices mixing. “just like that….take it, like a good—fuck.”

your jaw went slack as drool dripped down, eyes fluttering with unshed tears. you almost forgot how full he made you. he’s so big. you could feel him so deep in your tummy, hitting your sweet spot over and over. his grip on your waist has you seeing stars.

“getting lazy babygirl?” he gives a mean slap to your ass. “don’t tell me ya didn’t miss me?” you whine shaking your head.

“no! i missed you!” you almost cry, pushing your ass back meeting his thrusts letting the fighter grown, giving your ass another slap watching your cheeks slam back into his thick thighs. the sight of his fat cock stretching your pussy, sliding your mixed cum to the base of his cock with each thrust has him giving your ass another slap. “uh fuuck, missed your dick so much! tojii missed you inside me, missed you so much!” your eyes were crossing, you could feel the slick dripping down your thighs as your head got dizzy. your moans turning into muffled squeals.

“pup,” toji litters your back with kisses, biting down and leaving bruises. his instinct was overwhelming, claiming your love again. your desperate cries as he pressed his palm flat against your tummy, feeling how deep his dick was. “you’re so warm, baby,” he groans into your ear, making your body tremble, hand reaching out, nails digging into his thigh as he continued fucking you. finger running down to your clit, pinching it just to be mean.

“what did you say, pup?”

you hated when he played with you, knowing full well that you got so fucking stupid after not having his dick for awhile.

“y-you…uh…” you were surprised that you could still form thoughts that could come out of your mouth right now. “you came…mmh…ah…ah-a lot….like a college kid.”

his jaw snaps.

“fucking. brat.”

your eyes blew wide. the sharp thrust he gave, arms spreading your cheeks, angling his hips on an angle, immediately sinking himself deeper into your hole pushing your cervix until you were seeing stars!

you. were. fucked.

“you still with me, sweetheart?” the distant voice felt miles away. your eyes rolling in your skull. you felt like you were walking on clouds. the soft shake slowly had you blinking. toji gently tapping your cheek, waking you up.

“mmm to..ji..” you coo, voice slurred as he hums, brushing your sweaty hair off your face.

“fucking scared me,” he mutters, more to himself, lips catching yours as you kiss him, arms hugging his shoulders, not fully clocking anything that happened.

toji had been drilling you so hard even after your body shot out another orgasm, wetting his thighs, all he did was go harder. fuck all that pent up energy and longing he had, was spilling out in waves. his dick was still hard as he slid you onto your side, pushing your leg up and sinking his cock inside again.

your eyes were cloudy as you drooled, opening your mouth for him to give you sloppy kisses, his spit entering your mouth as you grasped the sheets beside you.

after pushing you into another orgasm, and him reaching another climax as he pumped you full of his heavy thick cum. your mind was so dizzy you completely knocked out from the pleasure.

you were still sprawled on the bed as toji coaxed you back awake.

“didn’t know my princess can faint from her pussy squirting too many times,” toji rubbed your tummy as you buried your face in his neck.

“fuck off,” you grumble, toji bursting into laughter. arms circling your back as he cooed. “don’t pretend like you didn’t shoot a load from eating me out.”

toji went silent, pulling away. your hand fell over your mouth, cackling.

“where’d ya get that mouth of yours from?” he tsked, sitting on the edge of the bed, arms behind him as he looked at you. you sat up, crawling over to brush over the nape of his neck. his head tilting, body accustomed to the action. your pretty nails racking through as you kissed his jaw.

“I’m playing…it’s quite flattering,” you coo, toji hums in sarcasm.

“I’m sure it is,” he sighs, letting you play with him, once again, so very used to your wandering hands. letting you feel the mess on his abs, his semi resting between his big thighs, all manspread for your nails to feel the wet pubes as you kissed down. his hand brushing your back as he kneaded your cute fat ass.

“I guess you like my pussy that much…I mean does that mean you always cum after eating me out?” his eyes fall heavy. “don’t worry, you can eat me out any time, just don’t go around making messes everywhere—“

“you know what,” toji was tackling you in the bed, covering your mouth because this was too embarrassing now, his cheeks so very flushed. you couldn’t help laughing because his cock was heavy once again, giving his cool head away.

when he ran off to the bathroom, beyond flustered, you came a couple minutes later as he was showering. your arms circling his strong torso , lips gently pressing into his back.

toji didn’t like to think too much, especially when it came to you. he just let it happen. but if there was a third party there, they’d obviously question how toji has always hated people getting attached to him, he hated it even more when women would poke at him. however, when it was you, it barely made him shrug. it simply rolled off his back like it was nothing because it was you.

even when you made yourself at home in his penthouse. leaving clothes and products behind. sleeping in his shirts, and using his boxers as shorts around the house, it was fine.

toji has “dated” before, but this was something special. especially when his heart eased sinking into bed with you, or the way his body relaxed when you stepped in the shower with him. he enjoyed feeling your body press against his. he liked your fingers roaming around.

“toji?” your soft call had him hum in response. you gently moved around, so you were standing in front of him, your finger running up to touch his cheek. “kiss me.”

he listened.

yes, toji is listener…only for you.

his lips melting with yours. panting as your fingers wrapped around his length, pumping his big cock. fuck, he missed your hands so much. your thumb swiping his leaking tip, your tongue playing with his as he held your jaw. you smiled when he had to pull away, head tilting back, jaw clenching as you sank down suckling his tip before taking in his dick.

his abs flexed as he leaned against the shower wall, the water cascading down his broad shoulders, his other hand running down to hold your head, trying to fit more of his cock eyes fluttering at the weight in your mouth.

toji’s cum was oozing out of your pussy, only causing you to cum your pussy, desperate to keep him all inside.

toji hums, rubbing your head, soothingly, as he watched his cum shoot into your inviting mouth. petting your head as you sucked some more warm cum from his tip like a pacifier. you continued sucking his cock, making him groan as you milked even more cum from his dick before he had to lift you up, kissing you again and again.

“it’s leaking,” you whine, all pouty as toji notices the mess coming from between your legs.

“you desperate for my cum, puppy?” he taunts, especially when your brows pinch at his teasing.

“fill me up, more,” your cheeks flush, as he chuckles, letting your hand try to push his cock back inside you.

to say you had a long shower was an understatement.

toji came down a few minutes later to see you already perched on the counter drinking coffee as you waited for your waffles to come out of the toaster.

toji came between your legs, kissing your lips as he rubbed your thighs.

“shiu called ya,” you hold his phone in your hand. “he said something about a modeling gig next weekend,” your brows were trying not to pinch together as toji hums, grabbing the waffles that’s popped out.

“forgot about that,” he hands you a waffle.

“it’s for Calvin Klein…” you almost have a scowl on your face. toji raising a brow.

“you gonna spit it out?”

you huff, “well like, you’re not a small size, I’m pretty sure if anyone sees you in boxers they can make out your whole fucking dick.”

“thanks,” toji grins, only making you frustrated. “so you gonna tell me your jealous, or….”

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Maybe it’s just me but there is something about knowing a man touches himself thinking about you. That just makes me feral. Or when they wake up with a mess to clean from a wet dream? My pupils morph into hearts. I swear.

what’s even hotter is when they meet up with you afterwards and act all awkward and weird around you because they’re trying to appear like they didn’t just bust the fattest nut to the thought of you writhing underneath them.

like, you go get a cup of coffee or something together and he’s looking at you across the table, just chatting, and all of a sudden there’s an image of what he thinks your face might look like when he’d press inside you flashing right before his eyes.

he can instantly feel his cock start to twitch in his pants, his jaw clenching hard as he fights the urge to place his palm over it in order to hide it. so he’s all nervous and jumpy and tense around you all of a sudden; stuttering on his words, seemingly lost, but the funniest part is that the moment he comes back home, he’s gonna stroke one out with you on his mind all over again. his friend.

maybe he’ll even fantasize about taking the exact same clothes off that you had on that day to make the fantasy appear even more ‘real’. maybe instead of going your separate ways, he’ll picture you sitting inside his car for a little while longer so that you can kiss him and run your hand along his thigh. maybe you invite him inside your home not just to hang out, but to let him fuck the shit out of you; right there on the floor of your hallway because you couldn’t even make it to the bed. those types of scenarios.

the more he sees you, the more he hangs out with you, the needier he gets. it’s even gotten so bad that if you just so happen to call him while he’s stroking himself, he just doesn’t stop — he can’t stop. fucking his fist while actually being able to hear you feels so good. it’s almost like you’re there with him, watching him push his shirt up so that his stomach is exposed while he keeps on bucking his hips up into his hand.

so instead, he’s trying to appear normal over the phone, edging himself over the sound of your voice; body coated with sweat, burning so hot, voice deep because of the lust to riddle it. every time he hears you say his name as you make conversation, he sounds more breathless. more lewd.

and that’s when you realize what’s actually happening. or when you at least get a hunch for it.

what are you gonna do about it, though?

Do you think Jason fucks or makes love to his girlfriend/wife?

it's both at the same time - he fucks passionately

in missionary, he's resting his elbows right next to your head, trapping you in this little space as he stares down at his beloved - taking in every single one of the sounds you let out and every single scrunch of your eyebrows and the way your lips part and the way your chest keeps brushing up against his stronger and bigger one. he's pressing kisses all over your face - kissing away the tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes while smiling into your skin. when he feels you getting close to your high, he cradles your face, squishing your cheeks together and forcing you to look at him. this is definitely one of his favourite things of all time - your pretty little orgasm face, eyes rolling right back into your head and your body trembling under his. he's so in love with you.

and i think he would absolutely love prone bone position; he's putting almost all of his weight on top of you and it's almost too much but it feels so fucking good; he's whispering praise into your ear while he's so deep inside you it's making it hard for you to breathe; his one hand is under your head/neck almost like a chokehold but it's not too rough, he just wants to keep you close; his hips roll into yours at a steady pace, pushing you into the mattress. and when you cum, he doesn't stop - fucking you through your orgasm and straight towards the next one.

i know u didn't ask for positions but your question just got me thinking hehehe anyway merry christmas nonnie!! thank u for the ask i hope u like it!!