He Has A Breeding Kink And He Fucks Y/n For Hours On End

He has a breeding kink and he fucks y/n for hours on end

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — addicted + miguel; one shot

cw: nsfw, smut, established relationship, dialogue heavy, unprotected sex, breeding! kink, softdom! miguel, afab! reader

an: i love how as a fanbase we have collectively decided that this man has a massive breeding kink!! thank you for the request <33

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“quiet, baby,” miguel’s deep voice whispers, looking down at you as he towers over, hips thrusting in and out of you like there’s no tomorrow. “don’t wanna get caught now, do we?” he purrs, gently smoothly down your pretty hair with his large hand, it slowly coming down to tip your face up to look at him.

the callouses tickle your chin, strangely adding to the sensuality, and you can’t help but whine, it’s building like a fury in you, the knot tightening and not coming undone. you try to say his name, too much of a struggle though, even to bubble out his nickname, and when you do try, it just comes out as a random spew of incoherent language only decipherable as moans and whimpers.

“yeah, baby? what is it?” he looks so good like this. lazy smirk emphasising his soft dimples, the shine of his fanged canines and the sultriness of his voice. his pretty chestnut hair sticking to his sweat slicked forehead, humidity volumising the locks and heaving them down so that he looked like he just came out the shower, all steamy and smelling so good.

but you know how miguel can get ahead of himself. how you’re ‘too much’ and he just ‘can’t help it’ when he’s balls deep inside you. the way he looks at you when peter babbles stupid babyish words with mayday and times when he randomly says things like ‘solana sounds like a pretty name for a girl, don’t you think?’ so it’s your responsibility, despite the eyes-rolling-into your-skull feeling of his dick inside you, to prevent an…accident.

“miguel. pull out.” you just barely sound out through swallows of saliva from how good he’s bruising your pussy.

he benignly chuckles: “i’m not sure if i want to, baby.” he groans at the tightening of your pussy, cursing in spanish about the feeling.

“you feel way too fucking good, and you’d make such a pretty mama,” he rubs your belly and coos at you with only your helpless hums of the prefix syllable ‘m’: gibberish to anyone— but miguel’s not just anyone. he’s quick-witted and reads you like a book and he knows, in your own fucked-out, drunk-on-sex way, you’re trying to say his name. so he indulges.

“say something, baby,” he kisses you passionately with cognisance— “i know you wanna fucking say something,”

his hips slam into you so harshly, it makes your heart jump up and down in your rib cage: so fierce.

“miguel…”

he bounces you up further into him, hands stretching the plushness of your ass.

you lull your head over his shoulder, it’s too heavy to keep upright, and your lips graze his ear, your sweet moans pumping blood through him faster and thicker than anything ever could.

he softly speaks, eyes darting to his lower left corner, “what is it? what do you need, honey?” unlike his earlier cocky manner, there’s a genuineness weaved in his tone.

your moans only hiccup as a response, the up- down oscillation stirring arousal in your womb, low and deep, clouding your mind.

he comes straight out with it, fervour in his lilt, “you want me to fuck a baby into you? mmm? is that what it is?”

he bucks his hips into you so suddenly and your eyes squint shut and your breaths divide into shorter, more frequent inhale-exhales and so desperately do you voice a meek: “yes.”

so lovingly does he kiss your cheek, the soft pop finalising his thorough ploughs and he comes ropes, gelling up your velvety, plush insides.

he rubs his hand against your belly like before, presses into it and doughs the flesh, prideful with what he’s accomplished.

“you feel that, baby? you can almost see it.” he kisses your neck then your lips, nourishing the tiny little scratches he left nipping your skin earlier.

he thinks a few smooches is enough but once he starts he can’t stop, he can’t fucking stop. your lips against his just remind him of how much he’s in love with you, how he bleeds for you, thinks of you. how it all feels like a dream even while everything around him is tangible. your soft lips, your cinched waist, the slope of your neck, and the absolute heaven of you sucking him in just so good.

“look at what you do to me.” he reminds you through firm kisses.

“i know.” you kiss back, hands toying with his hair.

“i want it again. i wanna come in you again.” he lowly breathes, like confessing a sin: addicted.

you rub your nose against his cheek and your lips find his ear again, whispering in oh-so-sultry ways: “okay.”

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AHHHHHHHHGGGG just thinking about toxic fwb!simon who treats you, one of his sergeants, like nothing but his stupid little barracks bunny. he can’t help but want to constantly push his fat fuckin cock into you from behind, whether it be in your bed, in the alley of some pub, or in the bathroom during morning drills. it’s never in his bed because he knows you’ll want to stay; it’s easier if he’s able to just get up and leave. it’s always from behind because he doesn’t want to look at your face. miss him with that romance shit.

you just kinda deal with it. he fucks you good, right? it totally doesn’t hurt your feelings. it totally doesn’t suck that you’ve been infatuated with him since the moment you met. you totally didn’t fall for the way he gives orders, the way he’s so dedicated to keeping the team safe and on task. you totally didn’t have feelings for him, and you’re totally not only letting him use you because it’s better than him treating you like you’re invisible. it’s… fine????

yeah, it’s fine because it’s soap who sees your sad face one night after you and simon return from outside. simon immediately sits back down for another drink, meanwhile, you struggle to walk back to your own seat. you’re clearly worn out and your face is a bit sullen. it’s not like nobody knew what was going on. you and ghost weren’t exactly subtle, but soap didn’t think it was right for you to look so sad after getting your brains fucked out. it just didn’t make any sense.

that’s why he starts showing up outside of your door instead of simon. he tells you he just can’t sleep, and he needs a friend. he just so happens to show up just five minutes before ghost does every single night.

that’s why whenever simon gives you that look while you’re all out at the pub, johnny pulls you over and asks you to dance with him. that’s why he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear as you both look at each other with a tipsy gaze. he leans in and smiles at you before whispering, “you’re beautiful, lass. you deserve the world.” that’s why he kisses you, and he takes you home.

he doesn’t fuck you. not that night. instead, he throws on a movie, and he holds you until you fall asleep. the next morning, he takes you out for breakfast, and the next week, he’s got you in his lap, and he tells the team that you’re “his girl,” planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

and all simon can do is watch as jealousy and regret bubble in his stomach and threaten to spill from his mouth in the form of bile.

but he swallows it back, and he just watches as you start ignoring his looks, his 3AM text messages, and knocks on your door. instead, you opt for nights in johnny’s bed with sweet kisses and missionary and mating presses as he looks at your face, presses his lips against yours, and tells you how beautiful you are. he lets you - no, he begs you to stay the night with him.

and all simon can do is watch.

(more here)

a/n: sorry i just needed to get this out of my brain.

Rafe training you to swallow his cum because you always try to spit it out so he pinches your nose and covers you mouth until you swallow it and then lets you breathe again

〰・♡・〰

he’s all breathless, pink in the cheeks when he catches you off guard — having just shot the abundant salty load onto your tongue. his reaction is instant, almost like it’s second nature when your brows furrow. you had this terrible habit of drooling out his cum all back down his shaft, and sometimes — it felt good, sloppy, just like he liked it. but he needed to know you respected him, that you’d do anything for him. he needed you to—

“swallow.” he commands and you panic, his hand pressed over your mouth. you whine, cum gargling in your throat and his eyes flutter in irritation, now pinching your nose too. you panic a little harder, slapping at his wrist with wide watery eyes and he shakes his head, brows raising as his gaze doesn’t leave yours once. “no, no… don’t need to breathe just— just swallow it down.”

you gulp loudly, letting the salty liquid glide down your throat and he relents, removing his hands. “all of it…there you go.” he nods, watching your inexperienced self cough a little, the stringy white liquid taking its time to slide down your throat. he sits forward, cupping the back of your head as he massages two fingers down the column of your throat, sighing himself at your inability.

“breathe through your nose. tha’s it.” he helps the cum down with his fingers massaging your neck from the outside until you calm, still trembling, still staring up at him with those wide eager to please eyes.

you blink twice, two fat tears rolling down your cheek, lip wobbling. rafe had clearly had plenty of experience in receiving head, probably had some real pro’s get their mouth around him in the past— and now here you were, having to be trained like a bad dog to follow commands. he presses his lips together, swiping away the tears.

“hey, hey hey.” he tsks, cupping your cheeks so you look at him. “you’re fine, ‘kay? did a good job.”

“m’not good.” you whine, sniffling up at him pathetically until he’s dabbing the sleeve of his shirt under your nose to collect the snot.

“you did just fine. you’re new to this, n’that’s alright. i mean, y’got me to cum did you not? what, you forgotten what that tastes like already? hm?” he encourages, noting the way you perk up a little. it’s so easy with you.

“yeah.” you sniff and he nods in response.

“yeah. see? so chin up.”

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- smut, black!coded reader, f/m, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, crying (y/n tho lol), crude language, mating press (pos.), overstimulation -

FRESHLY MANICURED NAILS clawed at the wrinkled pink sheets of your bed. your tangled, newly installed weave was sprawled across your many plump pillows. you were practically folded in half— ankles dangled by your ears and your body felt sticky with sweat and cum.

"take it, baby— give me another one 'n cum on this dick.."

his words went through one ear and out the other while he pounded his cock in your tight pussy. your toes curled at the feeling of overstimulation flowing through your veins— watering eyes flickering to the back of your head. you moaned softly and tears fluttered down your hot cheeks. everytime his wet cock split apart your creamy folds; you squealed— biting don hard on your bottom lip. the wet ripples of your skin with every slap of his hips against yourself filled the room.

"s— stop," you sobbed and hiccuped on moans as his thumb raked circles over your swollen clit. ".. 'can't cum no more! stop p— please!"

"yes you can— now shut the fuck up 'n take it, pretty." he grunted— harsh breaths left his red lips.

you furrowed your brows and glanced down. your tits bounced on par with each of his thrusts and your tummy jiggled— his pace was unforgiving. the pads of his rough fingers rubbed the sensitive bud which made little whimpers flow from your sore throat.

"no! no! i— i'm.." you jerked your hips back— the feeling was overwheming.

he pressed his body closer to your own— your arousal coated his dick with ever every thrust. a creamy, white ring formed around the base— his cum from previous rounds smeared on your inner thighs and leaked from your hole.

"ya wanted this— walked around like a slut in public just beggin' to get fucked," he raised his slightly hand and slapped your clit. "now you got my dick but y're still complainin.."

you whined, "I— I'm not! baby please..!"

"baby please," he mocked— a wide grin spreading across his face. ".. now make me cum— it's all yours, mama."

CHARACTERS - TOJI, SUKUNA, todo, reiner, CONNIE, eren, MIGUEL O'HARA, draken, HANMA, TAIJU, sanemi, AOMINE

𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ; b. hargrove x bimbo!fem!reader

summary : billy loves calling you his dumb lil baby, always so pretty and perfect for him. he loves how you willingly let him take you anywhere, anytime. but be especially loves when you go dumb on his dick.

warnings : nsfw, mean dom!billy, edging, overstim, thigh riding, p in v, unprotected sex, semi – public sex, degradation of you squint, dacryphilia.

days like today were billy's favourite. days when you'd come and visit him on those cute little swimsuits, and bat your lashes innocently at him and ask "how's work billy? wanted to come 'nd visit you."

when the two of you would sit by the pool and talk about your day — you absolutely refusing to swim, since it would ruin your mascara, and you came to see him anyway.

other girls would give you looks, dirty looks, but they'd fly over your head and you'd simply smile and wave at them. he loved hearing you talk, eyes focused on your glossy lips.

you'd happily talk about anything and everything, and billy would happily listen. sometimes he'd try and coax you into the pool, but you'd adamantly decline.

"don't wanna swim," you'd whine, resting your head on his shoulder. "just wanna spend time with my boyfriend 'nd talk while sitting on the side of pool."

as you were now, looking at him with your doe eyes. "my makeup took to long, billy. i don't wanna ruin it after tryna look good for you. then it'd be a waste of time."

he smiles, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss and messing up the gloss you'd applied so carefully to your lips. "i think you look gorgeous with ruined make up, baby." he leans in, kissing up against the shell of your ear and nipping gently at the skin. "i can even ruin it for you, if you like."

you pout, or try to, trying to push him off you. "but billy~!" you whine, gasping quietly when he begins to suck at your neck. "you always do this.. at some point you need to start fixing it for me. not everyone is gonna think i look pretty with ruined make up."

"who gives a shit about what people think," he'd groan into your nape, biting harshly and marking you up.

and you know as well as he does that you can't say no to him. so you let him drag you to the bathrooms and pull you into an empty stall, mouths pressing together feverishly as his hands sink down to your tits.

his tits.

in a flash your bikini top — that honestly was so skimpy it wasn't there to begin with — is tossed away somewhere, and his hands are kneading your breasts, nipples between his fingers. you moan into his mouth, grinding your hot sex onto his thigh.

"so needy, thought you didn't want this," he murmurs, but he doesn't stop you from grinding. instead he smirks, quickly sitting himself on the toilet seat and positioning you on his thigh. "get yourself off, baby. wanna see how needy you are."

your hips move on their own, grinding your clothed clothed heat against his bare thigh, shorts pulled up just enough for you to rut against the exposed skin. your eyes shut in pleasure and you moan quietly, gradually humping this thigh.

billy huffs, hands on your waist as he forces you to quicken your pace. you cry out at the sudden surge of friction, but the boy only scoffs in response.

"how's my dumb lil bitch supposed to feel good of she's moving her hips so slow, huh?" you simply moan in response, and billy slips in finger between your folds. "you're so fucking wet. thought my pretty baby didn't want this? does my lil whore want to stop?"

you sob loudly, shaking your head as you grind against his fingers and his thigh. it's all too much, but you don't want to stop. billy just chuckles. "words, baby. or my dumb bitch feeling to good, huh? haven't even done anything and you're all fucked out."

you whine, nodding as you call out his name. his fingers retreat, instead finding place in your mouth. "since you aren't using that mouth, let's put it good use." you suck intently, billy's free hand kneading your ass.

you don't know how long you've been grinding onto him for, but eventually enough is enough and you can feel your orgasm on the horizon. it's so close, and you babble as such, repeatedly moaning around billy's fingers.

and just as you feel it coming, it's ripped away when billy's grip on your waist tightens, other hand flying down as well, preventing you from moving your hips any more. fat tears roll down your face as you whine into his neck, desperately bucking your hips to try and get some friction. "b-billy, please. wanna cum, was so close!"

he hums, thinking it over for a moment, before he's forcing your hips to start moving again. it feels as though everything's on fire, heat surging through your body as your cunt messily drools all over billy's bare thigh.

you're face is wet with tears as you feel your high approach for a second time, moans coming out high pitched and broken. billy loves you like this, lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss.

you're close once more, whining into his mouth as you feverishly buck your hips. it's coming, coming, and then..

it's gone again.

you're choking and hiccuping, billy pressing his lips to your tear stained cheeks. "poor dumb baby," he coos. "wanna cum? you'll only cum if it's in my cock, babe, so you better beg for me to fuck you."

you don't say anything for a moment, before your broken, whiny voice reaches billy's ears. "please? i wanna— i need to cum! wanna g–go all dumb on your— on your cock! please~!"

if you were paying attention, and your eyes weren't so blurred with tears, you'd have notice billy pulling at his shorts just enough to free his drippy cock. catching the skin of your neck between his teeth, he pushes your bikini bottoms to the side and slams himself into you.

he's sure everyone in hawkins heard you scream his name when he did.

he's pumping steadily in and out of you, kissing away your tears as you cry on top of him, moaning his name over and over like a broken record.

you cum way before he does, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you did so. but billy doesn't stop, relishing in your slurred begs for him to "stop. s'too much! can't do it!"

he doesn't listen, thrusting fluidly into your fluttering hole, groaning loudly into your neck as his cock begins to twitch inside you. "gonna cum sweetheart. wanna cum inside my dumb baby's lil cunt. can i cum in you, baby?"

you nod limply, sobbing into his neck as he lets himself go inside of you, warm spurts of cum filling you up. only then, when he's fully released his load, does billy finally let you rest.

you're still slurring and babbling, billy kissing your forehead and trying to calm you down, cooing softly. "you're alright baby, you're alright. so pretty when you cry, but it's done now, okay."

he loved making you his dumb little baby, but he'd always take care of you after as you whimpered into his chest.

.ೃ࿔ SECRET SURPRISE ☾

finding out you’re pregnant on the day of toji’s big mma match

tags —nsfw, unprotected sex, pregnancy, cum dump, pet names, riding, dacriphilia, cum slut, cockwarming, mood swings, morning sickness,

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

one thing that always calmed toji was definitely being deep inside his most precious person. feeling you squeeze around him had his stomach clenching, lips clashing with yours as you whined.

“my dicks fuckin’ melting,” he pants. he had you in so many different positions, absolutely wrecking your body. currently he had you in one of your favorites. especially after missing him after he’d been away for so long. his hand laced in your small one, squeezing it with each sharp thrust. holding it beside your blessed out face.

“gunnu c…cumm,” your eyes flutter, your free hand held his face, lips falling open as he kissed you, groaning as he picked up the pace, your back arched up, legs crossed behind his back as he angled your hips up. he felt himself slide deeper inside letting you suck him in.

“remember the shape of my dick, pup?” he chuckles, sitting up on his knees to grab your hips, thumb falling over your swollen clit.

“mmh just know y-yours, toji!” his thumb circles your bundle of nerves watching you cry out, legs trembling.

“good girl,” his grin had your stomach bursting with joy, you love him so much. so much. your fingers reach out, desperate for his touch. “still so needy after all this time.” he takes your hand, leaning over to kiss the soft digits. your eyes are crossing as you feel your legs tremble. “my pretty wife…” he cooes, only making you tremble at his deep voice.

“shit, squeezin me tighter than usual!” you almost knock the wind out of the man as he crashes his lips, drinking your gasps and tears as you tremble around him. “trying to push me out?” he slaps the outside of your thigh as you cum around him.

“more cum,” you kiss his lips, sucking his tongue, playing with his scar as your eyes gloss over, too dumb to think of anything else.

toji pushes your legs higher, sinking deeper as the squelching of your pussy echoes in the bedroom. “love you, love you toji…toji—ah” your pretty chants has his body heating up and dick throbbing even bigger. you feel every vein that bulges around his fat girth and his big tip kissing your cervix.

“if you keep acting like a needy brat, ‘m gonna bust soon,” his voice is strained. he fell deeper than ever, your eyes crossing as toji practically drools into your mouth. your tight pussy around his throbbing cock only had his tongue lolling out.

“mph ah ‘s big,” the large bedroom balcony was wide open as the cool night breeze swept your moans.

“want it please,” you held him so close. arms squeezing around his sweaty neck as you kissed his pretty scar—

“gun kill me,” he felt his stomach tighten, dropping his sweaty head into your neck as he gives a few more very sloppy thursts, until he’s twitching unbelievably hard, hips stuttering inside as his tip sprays long ropes of cum.

“feels so warm, toji,” you lick his ear as toji hums, lazily rolling his hips inside you as he breathes heavily against your neck, a few strained groans coming out when he feels you clench, filling you up.

“take it all,” he pushes up, leaning over your face as he pants, your fingers holding his face as you pull him to your lips.

“I mean you’re still cumming—“ you suddenly squeal, toji flicking your clit causing your body to jump.

“don’t be all snarky,” he pants over your lips, your tongue hangs out as toji deepens the kiss. sucking your tongue, making your cream ooze around his bulging cock some more.

you rub your tummy as toji groans, pressing a hand over yours and pushing down, making you whimper. he was filling you up so good. you loved the feeling of him cumming inside you.

once his dick runs dry, he rests beside you, pulling you closer. your deep breath falling even as you two fall asleep.

toji kept his soft cock deep inside you, holding you close to his chest as you slept. the warmth and closeness wasn’t something he’d admit out loud, but he needed it.

A couple weeks go by, as you roll over to your side. your stomach hurting as you extend an arm out, only to feel an empty bed.

“to…ji…” you feel another uncomfortable churn before suddenly tripping out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom, quickly falling in front of the toilet as you throw up.

you miss toji, you almost whine. why was he gone so early? you don’t think much of it. instead you go about your day until toji comes home. leaning on the man as you sit with him on the couch. he’d gained some weight for the weigh in tomorrow, so he was bigger than usual.

“you went harder than usual last night,” you mumble in his side. toji looks over, noticing the healing bruise around your thighs, his big hand gliding between your legs to rub the skin.

“i thought i heard someone cry for it to be harder,” he snarks.

“well like ya, but i have a shoot tomorrow,” you mumble rolling over so you were hugging toji.

you were more affectionate than you usually were, toji notes. you’ve been attached to him since he walked in. sitting beside him as he bathed, helping him get dressed, now you’re all over him. wasn’t this was your favorite show? is your period soon?

“you feelin alright?” toji runs a hand on the back of your head, petting you gently, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders.

your leg glides across his lap, nuzzling yourself onto him even closer. “mhm.”

he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer as he continues watching. you’re quiet, maybe you were just tired…you were wearing his sweater and sweats, but he could feel you trying to get closer to him.

“you’re needy tonight, pup,” toji grunts, feeling your hand down the front of his pants, playing with his semi-hard on.

“just missed you,” you kiss his ear, toji hums snaking his own hand down the back of your sweats and slipping a finger inside you from behind.

it didn’t take long for his fat cock to be nuzzled deep inside your dripping cunt.

“something happen today?” toji holds your cheek, the other on your hip helping you bounce on his lap. your ass slapping down on his firm thighs, whining at how big he is.

“why do you keep asking that?” you huff, getting annoyed with his questions. “just…uh, wanna feel you,” your nails dig into his shoulder, head falling back as you chase your high.

“you’re acting…”

“what?” you squeal feeling toji grab the back of your neck pulling you to his lips. you cry as he kisses you aggressively.

“I’m asking how my wife is, don’t act like a child,” he snaps, making you whine, clenching around him. toji groans getting worked up and helping you fuck him faster.

he could never get tired of this view. your head thrown back as you held his shoulder and the other hand holding his wrist that was playing with your tits. you were so fucking beautiful. your eyes fluttered as you cried out and cumming with a shake, letting him spill inside you again.

usually you would cuddle into him and let him soothe a hand over your back, but instead you stood up, his cock slipping out of your holec immediately watching his cum ooze out, still sticking to his tip, as some more cum slid down to hos base. your hand cupped your pussy and headed to the bathroom.

“baby?” he leans over the couch, puzzled.

“haveta pee,” you mumble, discarding your sweater and the door shuts.

toji follows a couple minutes later, grabbing a towel to clean off before tucking himself. he looks over seeing you in the shower. sliding the screen open, you hum looking over your shoulder.

“you’re worrying me here, did something happen? did i do something?” toji was horrible with words, but that doesn’t mean he’s a complete fucking idiot. he thinks he can read you pretty well especially having married you. likewise. yet, this is the first time he’s seen you act so…moody.

“worried about what? we just had sex?” you wash the conditioner from your hair, opening your eyes to look at the man. he looked so confused.

“dunno,” he mumbles. he wanted you to confide in him. is he really that bad with emotions that you can’t tell him what’s going on? “can you tell me you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” you smile softly, quickly easing his nerves, but he can’t help but look at you longingly.

“c’mere,” his hand reaches out, cupping your face and pulling you close. “gimme a kiss.”

you smile as you walk closer, away from the water, to lean high up meeting his lips firmly. he’s leaning down, holding your face as he continues kissing you. he couldn’t get enough of you, his hand stroking the back of your neck as you hum, rubbing your fingers on his wrist.

toji still had his guard up. you were in fact “okay”, but you seem more irritated one second, but suddenly okay the next. he checked your temperature and you seemed fine.

“she’s been really moody,” toji chugs some water as he leans against the ring.

shiu doesn’t bother to look up from his ipad. “what did you do?”

toji rolls his eyes. “thanks.”

“did you forget her birthday, leave your dirty socks in the kitchen?”

toji fixes his gloves. “who do you take me for? you’re no help.”

“she could just be sick for your ass,” shiu shrugs, looking up to laugh at toji’s annoyed expression.

“fuck off.”

your head was pounding. heart thumping out of your chest as you sat on the cold tile floor. your lips trembled, hands running cold….no way….no way…..

“hon, he’s asking about you! you alright in there?” shiu’s hand knocked on the door.

of all the days to find out your pregnant, you had to find out now. you couldn’t hold back and wait until tomorrow…but you were nervous! you couldn’t wait—

you inhale sharply. “I’m fine.”

the moment you step out though, your eyes immediately scan around, overstimulated by all the people moving around, the coach warming up toji, shiu answering calls—

“you alright, baby?” toji is loosening his muscles as he looks up at you, ready to head out as they try to push him out the door . you don’t even realize how your legs automatically carried you to him. “baby?”

you’re an idiot, truly. because the way his hand stroked the back of your neck and the way his voice sent your stomach fluttering.

“i have to tell you something….” you bite the inside of your cheek. no, you couldn’t tell him now, that would be absolutely disastrous.

“ya, quickly,” his thumb caresses your cheek, waiting for you. instead you only lean up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him to your lips. his lips automatically open as you kiss him feverishly. you pull away breathing for a minute. toji’s eyes are slightly open watching the way you squeeze your eyes shut as you kiss him….“you alright?”

your breathing heavily, before forcing out a tight lipped smile. his brow quirks even more concerned as you nod. “f’course…stomach just hurts a bit,” you peck his lips again before letting him head out.

your eyes follow him as he glances over his shoulder. he was concerned, he still couldn’t figure out what was going on. maybe something happened at work? but you haven’t complained about anything, which you always do if there’s a problem—

“you got this toji, make sure to keep your guard up after his left hooks!” his coach yelled in his ear as toji stepped into the cage. his arms snapping out, before stepping up to the middle. his eyes immediately ventured out, scanning the front row to find you. you weren’t looking at him…

“scared to look at me, king?” his opponent mocked, practically making toji roll his eyes into his skull.

once they shook hands and the round began toji was in the zone. his fist colliding with his opponents stomach then face. sending ripples through his body. it was always impressive watching toji move around the cage, his feet carrying him so fast you could barely keep up.

your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest, and not in a good way. would toji even want a kid? he’s in the highlight of his career, he wouldn’t have time for this…are you even ready?!? you’ve been with toji for awhile, but you never imagined having kid so early, did you even discuss it with him. would he think you’re not ready??

toji took a hard elbow across the face, knocking him to the ground.

“FOUL!” the ref shouted. your eyes were filled with worry. you like watching toji fight, it was exhilarating, but this time you felt sick.

toji’s eyes seemed to find you immediately. ready to get back up, but he stopped breathing for a second…..the simple gesture of your hand on your stomach…he felt his heart beat a little faster as he unconsciously, almost automatically, connected the dots in his head.

“oh fuck.”

the eye contact you made said absolutely everything. it was too easy reading you. his stomach churned, his fist slammed into his opponent. he couldn’t think, taking hits he would normally dodge. your hands falling over your face as toji kept getting beat, over and over and over—

what is going on?!? toji was screaming at himself. stop thinking! just move!

with every ounce of his being, toji used it to land a direct blow across his opponents head, immediately knocking him out on impact. the ripples of his muscles, sent a wave of adrenaline pumping through his veins. and the only thing he could do was shove the flooding people coming into the cage, not even letting the ref grab his hand to announce his victory.

your eyes blew wide as toji fell to his knees in front of you, immediately between your legs as his hands grabbed your waist, staring up at you with bright green eyes. his chest was heaving, blood still trickling from his split lip and cut eyebrow.

“toji, congratulations!” you immediately try to wipe the blood with your sleeve, not caring that you spent so much on it. his dark green eyes were blown, immediately falling on your beautiful lips, congratulating him over and over—

your heart stops. his lips press softly on the back of your hands. kissing so gently…. he’d normally go for your lips and shamelessly deepen it—

“don’t be nervous,” he speaks softly, surprising the living hell out of you. he’s never been so soft after a match. but the look in his eyes immediately told you…he knew.

“I don’t know if I’m ready…” your head dropped, you couldn’t be a mother, you’ve fucked up so many times! you lost your keys just a week ago and accidentally got on the wrong train home after a long day!

toji tilts your chin. “and your career—“

“do you wanna keep it?” he asks, tilting his head not breaking eye contact. your stomach was churning even more. you felt like throwing up. you never gushed about having children, nor did you ever wish to have some. but it’s weird….its weird because you felt really warm inside. you didn’t know why your mode was shifting, why you were okay, but the sureness in toji’s eyes—having him come immediately to you.

you could only nod, biting your cheek so you wouldn’t cry, but covering your face with your free hand. the mma victor could only smile, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. the audience and reporters around had no clue what was happening, but everyone was swooning at how gentle toji was being.

“I’ll be the one to fuck it up, so don’t worry.” he teases.

you hit his chest. “don’t say that.” you take your hand off to look at him, he had a light flush on his cheeks. you’ve never seen him so calm after a match. “you sure?”

“kids are annoying brats, but if it looks like you…,” you roll your eyes. “what did you think was gonna happen?” you quirk a brow.

your breath hitched as he leaned his face close to your ear, his voice low, similar to how he spoke to you when you’re intimate. “your pretty eyes always filling with tears if I don’t stuff you full with my cum.”

your face burned red as his hand stroked your neck unbeknownst to the cameramen and reporters all waiting for toji to return. “can’t remember a time where you weren’t begging for it deep inside.” his hand travels down to your lower stomach!

you felt your legs closing as you hid your face in your hand, trying desperately to compose yourself, but my god, this man was so absolutely shameless.

“wonder what day of me pumping your tiny pussy with my cum was the one that struck gold—“

“toji,” you almost cry out only for his ear, so unbelievably hot from embarrassment you couldn’t breathe. “are you trying to kill me?!”

“of course not, pup, i was just reminiscing,” he laughs, pulling away to hold your face.

you roll your eyes at his amused faced. “haha, fuck you. so mean,” you shove his shoulder back making the man laugh, as he leans forward, tilting your chin to capture your lips.

he winces for just a moment, his cut lip stinging as you taste the metal on your tongue. you loved kissing him. your ears still hot as toji pulled away, his hand slipping down to hold yours as he walked with you back to the reporters. he did not take his hands off you that entire night.

when videos and photos were released, fans were deep diving to try and read toji and his wife’s lips. desperate to know what was so important.

but was only confirmed at his match a year later, when he stepped into the cage and gave a wave to his wife and little baby sitting on her lap.

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