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CONCERT KISS ☾

mma toji finds out a fan at his match is a famous popstar ….maybe he’ll go to her concert ;)

tags — nsfw, mean toji, crazy fans, unprotected, spit kink, creampie, size kink, MAJOR brat taming, dumbification, breeding, cum dump, squirting, protective toji, pet names (puppy, sweetheart, spanking, oral (f!receiving), fingering, soft toji, toji cums a lot :p

notes — it’s insane how many ppl asked for mma!toji x popstar!reader, so here u go!

how could he have known? minutes before his match some random fan was waiting outside his lockerroom, what else could he have done?

“ow—“ the small yelp from knocking over the girl suddenly had his eyes looking down.

“who’re you? where’s my team?” his voice was cold, he’d just walked into the room when he heard a knock on the door. still wearing his hoodie and sweats, he needed to warm up, and for some odd reason his team was taking too long to bring in his things.

“I’m not a worker,” you quickly blurt, clearly flustered, considering you were still on the ground, yet your eyes were as bright as stars.

“how the fuck did you pass through security?” toji squints down, he didn’t have time for this. the cheering from the crowded stadium echoed through the long hallway as other workers were rushing around.

“i just…passed through?” you bite your cheek nervously, your eyes couldn’t help but continue looking over the famous athlete. even though he was wearing just a black set, he was so big. his shoulders were huge, his eyes were as green as they were on tv. and the scar was much deeper in person. you always wondered how he got it—

“fuckin’ fans,” toji rubs his face, your eyes go wide as you feel yourself being lifted, standing back on your feet. your body is too stunned, eyes gazing up at the fighter, he was so close! he smelled so good! you wonder if he showered before the match. your cheeks were heating up just at the not so appropriate thoughts. even though he’d let go of you a long time ago, you were still dreaming about how easily he’d lifted you back on your feet.

“hey!—“ your lips part, blinking quickly. fuck! did you just space out!

“oh, I was just wondering if you showered?”

….

“huh?” your face was frozen. what the fuck did you just say?! huhhhhhhh????? toji was staring at you with the biggest, what the fuck, face ever. he definitely thinks you’re a pervert!

“y—“

“you don’t have to answer that!” you quickly blurt, toji pinched his nose. where’s his team? why is he dealing with this? “am I bothering you?”

“yes,” you felt your stomach drop. “where the fuck are they,” toji walks past you, not before glancing over his shoulder, his eyes taking a moment to look you over. not bad. “get out before I call security.”

well that didn’t go so well. your face fell into your hands as you dragged your feet to the stadium. completely defeated.

“how’d it go?”

“huh?” toji glares up at his manager, shiu.

“what do you mean huh? how’d the meet with y/n go? one of the singers from the pop group?” shiu looks up from his phone, watching a nonchalant toji sitting on the bench as his coach massages his arms, loosening up the muscles.

“who?” toji stretches his neck, a low groan slipping as he tries to focus on relaxing. his muscles did tend to tense up before a match.

“the popstar. remember I told you she would stop by before the match,” shiu looks as toji’s eyes stare off…

“she didn’t show,” he throws, unbothered as he stands up. he would’ve known if an uppty egotistical popstar was bouncing around in the halls demanding to see him.

“shit, really?” shiu rubs his jaw, looking back at his phone. “her manager told me she checked through security,” he mutters.

the stadium was on their feet. people holding up posters, some waving red green black and white flags, men yelling, girls screaming, people jumping, drinking, laughing—everyone was in high spirits. one of the biggest matches of the year was going down, the suspense has been building up for months!

“you didn’t see him?” your manager yelled beside you, your hands were popping chocolates into your mouth, as you sat in the front row.

“um…” your mouth was stuffed with chocolates, somehow still flustered and embarrassed about what happened earlier. “no.”

“I swore they told me you could go in, he wasn’t there?” your manager was on her phone looking over her messages as you swallowed the chocolates.

“I think he was busy,” your manager looks over at you, her brows pinched for a moment until the announcer suddenly called your name. your eyes shifting to the screens that displayed you, along with your name as audiences went crazy.

your smile was automatic as you waved at the camera, putting peace sign up. the audience applauding even louder, as you laughed lightly, they didn’t have to stay on you that long. finally they switched over to another athlete that was in the audience also wearing a watermelon shirt, the camera went through the guests that came.

you’ve been a fan for years, watching on your phone when you were just starting to get famous. it wasn’t news that you were a fan of mma. constantly talking about how much you love it in interviews.

“and the person you’ve all been waiting for—!” the stadium bursts, already screaming before the most well known and talented fighter of the century, “TTTOOOOOOJJJJJIIIIIIIII!”

it was hard for you not to start screaming as well. flustered when cameras continued to shift from you and the other guests. you felt like you were in a dream…as if your mind was pretending this was your first encounter with the fighter and whatever happened earlier was just a nightmare.

it was the best night of your life. probably better than when you first debuted, definitely better than your first interview, or getting a million followers—none of it could compare to this night.

the “ows” and “ohmygods” were just filtering through your lips. your face was full of expression, reacting to every jab, every kick, every counter, and every grapple—you were absolutely mesmerized, eyes bright as stars that when the match was over you had practically lost your voice.

toji was yelling over his opponent as he pounded his firm sweaty chest, spitting some blood as the cameras came flooding into the cage. the referee holding toji’s arm up in the air. “fuck he’s so hot,” you mutter to yourself.

everyone was screaming, you were bouncing on your feet as journalists flooded the cage, your eyes stayed on toji. you hadn’t realized what was happening until toji was standing beside you.

“y/n, give us a smile!” a photographer was shouting, you were already smiling big, giving a peace sign, the usual smile you gave fans and how you were on stage, was nothing like this smile. you were absolutely beaming.

your breath hitched as you felt his body suddenly lean on you. the exhaustion from the fight flushing over him, your hand almost instinctively came up tried your best to keep him steady. the heat from his body was overwhelming, your heart beating louder as you heard his panting close to your head.

“sorry,” he mutters close to your ear, pulling away after the pictures are taken and his manager is dragging him to the other celebrity guests to greet. you were frozen, cheeks burning with heat as you looked at your manager.

“d-did—“

“I recorded it all,” she already cut you off giggling as she held up her phone. you started giggling and jumping as well, as if you weren’t some celebrity as well. but in your eyes, athletes are probably the closest things to super-humans. when players would pose after winning or scoring goals, they were on top of the world! it was incredible and now—

“I think I can die now, I don’t think anything will ever be better than this.”

toji was getting treated by his medical team as shiu was answering calls left and right. his team trying desperately to push the journalists back as they all started screaming questions into the lockerroom.

“are you dating y/n!?” toji glanced over, his lips ready to answer with a who?, until shiu stepped over, pushing them aside and finally slamming the door shut.

“speaking of, her manager gave me extra tickets to her concert,” shiu handed toji the extra ticket.

“I haven’t even met this girl. she just handin these things out for free?” toji dropped it on his lap.

“you just met her?” shiu looked at toji with a seriously? “she was in the front row—“ shiu gave up, as he quickly opened his phone and opened twitter, turning it around.

“her?!” toji suddenly exclaimed, catching the entire room off guard. he looked at the picture that was taken just minutes ago, along with the multiple clips of her reactions throughout the fight. his mind immediately remembering the interaction from before the match.

“she’s a huge fan, some fans are also outside to get a look at her,” shiu went back on his phone, exiting out of the multiple pictures that have been reposted of toji and you.

“oh fuck,” toji didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. how was he supposed to know you were you? you were just standing there saying weird ass shit, it’s not his fault he was rude to you. but then why is he laying in his hotel suite scrolling mindlessly on his phone, opening every single tab that had your name.

Wikipedia, Instagram, YouTube—he doesn’t even use social media, shiu mainly handles it to advertise his fights, rarely does toji ever post anything himself. yet here he is, using the account to look through your page. over 70m followers…were you really that famous….

he began to realize how addicting it was to stalk people. or maybe it was just you. it was entertaining, shifting from instagram to youtube, to other pages to see clips from interviews.

he couldn’t help himself. especially when he’d happened to stumble on a old interview and his name coming from your pretty lips over and over and over again, gave him a certain feeling. toji is the craziest. toji’s fight was soooo insane. toji is hands down the greatest fighter of all time! one of the other girls in your old pop group commenting “here we go again.”

if he hadn’t seen you last night, he would’ve thought you weren’t a fan anymore since you don’t publicly fangirl over him, it was only that interview, yet…

his eyes glanced over at the concert ticket. it wasn’t his fault you acted like a complete idiot…but he did feel his own pride swell just a bit. the way you acted in front of him versus how you were as a celebrity was so completely different.

maybe he wanted to see you because he wanted the reaction again… besides it was a convenient coincidence that your concert was in less than a week, in the same venue as his fight. he can push his plane ticket back a week.

your head was resting back as you were getting your makeup done, the outfits were lined on the rack as people were flooding in and out of the room. your manager yelling and running like a headless chicken. concert days were always this chaotic, which was always the worst fucking part—at least in your opinion. you just wanted to skip to the part where you’re already on stage.

“I got this!” you yell as you bounce on your feet as you start getting dressed in the first outfit.

“what?!” your manager is suddenly shrieking beside you as your making your way backstage, your entrance in a couple seconds.

“what? what’s wrong??” you’re always on edge minutes before your entrance—you don’t like it when she yells—

“I don’t know if you’ll piss yourself?” your manager looks at you with big eyes, you can’t read her at all—you’ve never seen that kinda look on her face.

“I don’t wanna piss myself,” you mutter back. “don’t look at me like that!”

“I can’t—I’m sorry I’m gonna say it—“

“don’t say it!” you’re shrieking, the audience was going crazy waiting for you.

“sorry!” she’s apologizing?!

“no!” your stomach was churning, you didn’t want to know, after the concert is always better. you didn’t want to hear it, so when your cue started, you’re already sprinting on stage. the stadium was all dark as you took your position.

the music started going, the audience was silent, phones out, and the moment the beat started, the lights blasted and your voice boomed.

“WHAT’S UP EVERYONE!”

the entire stadium bursted ten times louder as you started singing. you were running in and out with each song and new outfit each time. you weren’t just singing, but dancing too.

his eyes followed every spin, every stop, every outfit change. you were on a completely different universe, the stage elevating how much power you held. maybe he understands why people are screaming and crying beside him. the cunt poppy attitude you had onstage was like nothing else. it was far different then the you he met at his fight. you’d worn casual clothes, but your outfits her were much more revealing and edgy. maybe he understood what had girls creaming their panties in the audience.

sweat beaded down your pretty head. fans tossed flowers, candies, chocolates as they cried.

as you danced, you’d smile at fans, wave in between lyrics. you were an absolute star. the stadium was packed and the fans holding flags and were singing word for word.

you always feel like you’re on the best high when you’re on stage. it was the best feeling ever as you felt your heart beating in your ears and the attention was even more intoxicating. the energy was so intense and euphoric, you absolutely loved it. especially the fans—

your breath hitched.

what’s…

you felt your foot misstep as you fell during a turn. the dancers still going as fans start cheering for you to stand up, some yelling are you okay.

what’s…what’s he doing here?!

the devilish smirk that played on his lips, waving at you, just sent your heart throbbing, your thighs clenching, and your lips drying. your eyes were bright as you felt your stomach burst with butterflies, a sudden heat stinging your ears.

you quickly got back on your feet, your mask returning as you continued the song, the crowd applauding you.

Toji’s hand came up to his mouth, laughing. the startled look on your face when you noticed him in the crowd, it was too cute. everyone was screaming, loving the absolute unwavering confidence you excude on stage. the attitude sharper than a knife…yet… you were the complete opposite when toji was there.

you thanked the audience as they started crying now that the concert was over. you were waving like crazy as you made your way backstage.

“get these outfits off of me,” you gasp, absolutely exhausted as dancers and crew all shuffle backstage.

“you did so great!” your manager hands you a towel, as you wipe some sweat. your heart was hammering, your chest heaving as you looked over your shoulder back at the stage.

“he was here,” you whisper, still shocked. “toji was here.” the audience was so loud that your manager couldn’t hear anything as she escorted you to the dressing room.

“we have to leave the stadium, or fans will start trying to get in,” she shouts, asking your dresser to help you change.

you were too stunned to move. your brain only flashing the glimpse you got of the fighter. was it just your delusions? it had to be. there was no way he would come, especially with your first impression.

“y/n, he’s waiting outside the room!” your manager suddenly barged in. her face pink as she shouted, not bothering to hide the weight of her words.

but it seemed like you had even less of a brain because why did you sprint towards the door, ripping it open and locking eyes with the fighter. the fighter who shamelessly let his eyes drift down to rack up your practically nude body, you just had nipple patches on, and a very thin white thong easily showcasing your bare thighs.

“toji!” your face was bursting with joy. “you came!”

he grins, not expecting you to be so hyper. it was definitely the adrenaline high. he practically strolled backstage, it seemed like everyone paved the path for him. “you seem jumpy.”

“I’m really happy,” you were practically seeing hearts as you stared up at the man. your heart was beating in your ears, as you felt your body overheating. he was so attractive, he still has some bandages on his cheek from his fight. his eyes were so pretty, you felt your body getting burn.

“you stare too much, princess,” he taps your chin up, your lips parting as you stared at him even more. toji gently rubs his thumb on your chin. you were so easy to play with. the way your cute body almost purred, leaning into him like a little puppy. “you’re not gonna reply?”

“I am,” you sigh, silently swaying in place. it’s been a long couple weeks touring, and this concert was just as tiring. but toji was here—

“I’m so sorry, sir!” your manager suddenly came running out, throwing a towel over your body, shielding you from the fighters predatory eyes. “she’s just tired from the show and ran out!”

your face stung red. suddenly burying your face in the towel, you’re so embarrassing! how could you just run out like that—

“y/n, we need to go over the schedule for next week and run through some logistics—“ your manager continued rambling, listing off the amount of shit you needed to get done. your mind was hazy as you nodded, barely conscious as toji stood there, eyes somehow catching your movements a bit closely, especially when you accidentally started leaning backwards. his body subtly moved around pressing his arm gently to your back, keeping you upright.

your manager thankfully received a message from her walkie and quickly ran away saying she needed to deal with some security problems. leaving you to finally breathe.

“that was a fucking headache to hear,” toji comments, you somehow hadn’t realized he’d been keeping you up until now.

“oh, liya, she just likes being prepared,” you smile so easily, your lips soft even though your entire body is unbelievably exhausted. “oh sorry,” you quickly pull away from toji, only for your balance to waver again and his arm is once again holding you up, this time his arm completely wraps around your waist. “sorry,” you cringe.

“take it easy….don’t worry,” he easily guides you back to the dressing room. your eyes are shining as you hold his arm, cheeks hot. toji wondered, was it because he stalked you last night that he doesn’t mind taking care of you? you were objectively attractive, but for some reason he found you more attractive now, then when you were on stage.

“thanks, you’re pretty nice,” your body freezes. “wait! I didn’t mean it in a backhanded kinda way!”

toji laughs.

your heart skips a beat at the sound. he grabs a water bottle and opens it for you.

“have you eaten?” his hand gently brushes your hair back as you chug the water, eyes not leaving his, so adorably. not realizing you’d been a bit dehydrated. you shake your head. lips parting as water drops down from your chin to your tits. toji hums as he swipes his thumb against your chin, as he eyes your slipping nipple patches.

“I’m a bit hungry, if you wanna join me?” he tilts his head, watching as you open and close your mouth. the way his scar twitched up only had your pussy dripping.

“you wanna get dinner with me?” you can’t help but smile too, a little bit flirty. the confidence slowly fading in.

“that’s what I just said, princess,” he taps your chin up, only causing your smirk to grow wider as you lean in to his touch. he gently held your chin between his fingers, laughing. “fucking minx, go change so we can leave.”

“okay!” you pop, twirling out of his hold before looking over your shoulder and giving him a smile that his eyes widening...his heart just jumped.

toji rubbed his face pulling his cap off as he moved to sit on the couch, tossing his jacket beside him, suddenly hearing a loud thud behind him.

“ow,” you quietly yelp.

“need help?” he teased, but it still had you flustered. you’d tripped and fell, and toji’s eyes slightly darkened at the sight between your legs. his hands were already mimicking what he’d done days ago. lifting you up back to your feet. “always falling on yer knees for me.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you look away, so completely embarrassed, especially because this time his hand stayed on your bare skin and you could feel how big his hands are.

“ah you’re talking back more and more,” he laughs, “you getting comfortable with me?” your lips part as you look back at toji.

“maybe I’m just tired,” you hum, chin tilted up so adorably toji almost understood why your fans cry. “it’s been a long month,” you give a dramatic sigh as you let your full body weight fall onto the fighter. “why don’t you take care of me?”

toji starts laughing even louder, it was easy playing with you…holding you. his hands slid down to your thighs and lifted you up. your arms wrapped around his neck, as he walks you to the dresser.

“getting more spoiled by the second. you really are a popstar,” he teases as you laugh with him, dramatically letting him manhandle you.

“I had to hold you up after your little fight, the least you can do is show me the same courtesy,” you say with a teasing shrug, your tits moving up as toji sat you down.

“little,” he quirks a brow, placing his hands on the side as he tilts his head. your arms cross, involuntarily squeezing your pretty tits together as you rub your chin. you’re really testing him.

“ya little fight, I mean I get bigger fights in my concerts,” you joke, remembering multiple times security has to break up fights between fans in the crowd during concerts.

“where’d all this confidence come from sweetheart?” toji is standing between your legs as his big arms also cross, mimicking you. his tshirt tightening around his biceps making your legs close. “what’s wrong?” he knows exactly what’s going on when you tried to squeeze against him.

“nothing,” you blurt, trying to keep your composure, because right now this was a battle. who was going to break first?

“are you sure, sweetheart?” toji licks at his scar as an arm uncrossed to come down and feel the skin of your thighs. goosebumps erupting in its path as you felt your heart throb between your legs.

“I would say the same to you….you like teasing me, toji? …… it’s telling,” your arms situate behind you as your legs seductively go up the back of his thighs. your back arching as he gets a full look at you….fuck.

“you’re starting something here,” his hands massage your thighs, your heat consuming him as he sees the wet patch of your panties sticking to your folds.

“did i really start it though?” you say with a tilt of your head. tongue swiping at your pulp wet lips. toji couldn’t deny that his cock was throbbing. especially as he leaned in, lips grazing yours.

“what’s the game?” he feels your breath slowly hitch. “you playing with me…making me all hot down there,” he grins at the way your body arches even more, trying to press closer to him. “it’s pretty hard sweetheart, but you’re practically dripping through those see through panties of yours.” toji smiles as he hears you whimper so softly.

“I’m not dripping,” you pant, feeling his lips barely touch yours. you were so adorably swaying your lips to feel his just teasingly graze yours, pulling back ever so often so you wouldn’t fully feel him.

“you lying to me?” his voice sounded much deeper now, running all the way down south.

“am i?” fuck, you had him, you had him because he no longer could stop his lips from crashing into yours.

your whimpers slipped easily as you felt his tongue immediately start playing with yours. your lips parting allowing him to grasp your thighs as he pressed himself between your legs, feeling your fingers come up to grasp his hair, almost hugging him as he bit your bottom lip.

toji kissed you over and over. you felt dizzy, you’ve never been kissed like this before. you’ve never been kissed by someone who was so hungry. it was a bit hypocritical of you to say when he pulled away and you were the one panting, tongue almost hanging out.

“what’s wrong, puppy?” toji pants lightly, thumb pressing down on your lip letting your tongue hang out even more. “cute.” he licks your tongue, sucking. your pussy fluttering at the wet mess that spills in your mouth as you feel a glob of his spit. toji hums in delight as you swallow, immediately latching your lips back to his. your pretty nails scratching the nape of his neck, as he shoves his tongue tasting more of you.

his hands knead your thighs, until he’s kissing down your neck. your head tilts back, hitting the mirror as toji sucks bruises along your flushed skin.

“toji…toji…” your cute little pants of his name eggs him on. it was adorable seeing how you quietly chant his name and play with his hair.

“you alright, sweetheart?” toji teases, “you wanna tell me what you want?” he kisses the tops of your squishy tits, smiling at how your body flinches. so sensitive.

“do i haveta say?” you huff, stroking his hair as his eyes meet your pretty ones. you felt your heart skip a beat as you see how dark his eyes are. he looked so pretty, his dark hair falling over his eyes. “keep touching me.”

“where?—op”

his eyes widen. startled when you suddenly kiss him, again. your holding his face kissing his pretty lips. toji didn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that, maybe because his experience has told him that it was easy for women to listen to him—

“you’re so cute,” you mutter against his lips, staring back at his unexpectedly wide eyes.

he takes a moment, before laughing. his cheeks were slightly flushed. his whole attention right now was on you. how could your words be so soft, and warm, but your body had him bursting in his pants.

“is that all i can get?” he whispered, so quietly into your lips. his voice was teasing and playful. he bit your bottom lip as you whimpered, a smile playing on both your lips.

“you tell me, what do you want to do,” you almost burst laughing as toji gives you a raised brow, shaking his head.

“you can’t keep throwing my own questions back,” he drops his head, biting your neck, you yelp, holding his head. toji groans as your tits press up into his face. you whimper only to feel your entire body getting raised up, and an arm circling down, grabbing a handle full of your ass. “don’t ask someone with no restraint what they can do.”

“what can you even do, huh?”

toji swore under his breath, hand coming down on your ass. “fucking tease.”

your arms were holding his shoulders desperately as toji spanked your pretty ass, his eyes flicking to the mirror to watch his hand make a pretty print against the flesh. what he found more entertaining was the blissed out look in your eyes.

“you like getting spanked?” his head pulls back to look at your face, kissing your lips as you whine.

“never been spanked before,” you mumble against his lips, caressing his cheek as you whine, lapping at his lips like a little puppy.

“is that what’s making ya all wet?” he coos, finding it surprisingly adorable that you were getting so turned on just from getting your pretty ass slapped. you bury your face in his neck, “what? that’s making you all shy?” you groan. “running around with your tits out wasn’t embarrassing?”

“stop teasing me! just take care of it,” you huff against his skin, biting him back.

“shit,” he jumps, laughing as he strokes your neck, the other setting you back on the dresser. your lips part, as you feel his body slide down. “did you cum?”

you felt your cheeks flood with heat as you watched the toji zenin staring at your bare pussy, your thong hooked around his thumb as he held it to the side. his lips were parted in slight surprise as he ran a finger through the sticky mess.

“i didn’t cum,” you pout holding his face back to stop him from staring holes into your most private place. “why’re you staring so hard??”

“you’re tellin me, you’re this wet from kissing?” toji pushes your legs further apart to see how your pussy lips part to reveal your sticky juices coat and slid down some more. you push his face back as you groan in embarrassment.

“i was kissing … you,” you mumble quietly, and toji feels his heart pound. “ahh—toji!” your head falls back as the wind gets knocked out. his lips latched onto your clit as he licked a strip, collecting all your juices, as he sucked on your clit.

“your clits so small….no one touching you puppy?” toji groans, pushing your thighs even further apart so he can pull away and take another look at your pulsing hole. “you don’t touch yerself?”

you shake your head. your eyes flutter open, waiting for him to return, but instead his eyes stay on you. “don’t lie to me.”

he can’t know. he’ll think you’re—

“you came when I spanked you,” your heart was thumping in your ears.

“it doesn’t matter!”

“oh. but it does,” his hand comes up to grab your chin, meeting you half was, tongues playing with each other as his finger slowly slips into your mouth. “suck.” the command has your brows pinching together, opening your mouth to talk back, yet toji decides to give your inner thigh a pretty slap.

the jolt your body gives, and the slight shock has you going to respond again, this time toji decides to slap your wet pussy, and thus….

“you’re so sensitive, baby,” toji coos as he sees your body shaking and moaning. he pulls his fingers from your lips, leaning in to kiss your tears. “aw, you’re embarrassed you came from that?”

your heart was beating so fast, you hadn’t realized how sensitive your body was. but it felt like it was only really responsive to toji.

“you’re so mean,” your lips trembles, only for toji to groan, capturing your lips. you whine, opening your mouth because…fuck…you want more.

“I know, i know,” he continues to make out with you, letting his hand cup your heat, pulling a moan from your pretty lips. “I’ll make ya feel better, just relax for me, pup,” toji smiles as you hold his shoulder feeling his finger sink into your hole. your entire body seems to rise at the intrusion, especially the embarrassing squelching that only has you squeezing his finger.

“fuck, i barely have a second one in,” toji bites your lips as you pant and whimper. his thumb easily falls on your clit, pressing down on it, as your body jolts, nails grabbing his shirt desperately as he laughs lightly at your adorable reactions.

he doesn’t waste anymore time as he starts fucking his fingers into you. your back arching up as you feel a third finger push in, stretching you out even more.

“it’s—too much!” your eyes are fluttering as you pant and squirm, wanting him even deeper, as you feel the tips of his fingers start to curl and press into your sweet spot.

“too much?” toji leans into you, lips grazing your cheek as he licks your ear. “you don’t want anymore?”

you whimper at his words. shaking your head as you hold him closer.

“aw, then you’ll need to cum on my fingers or I won’t stuff you full…isn’t that what you want?” his deep voice only sent shivers straight to your pussy as you nodded. “did all that singing make ya loose your voice?” he bites your neck, a little bit deeper causing your voice to hitch. “tell me wh—“

“I want you inside me!” you finally snap, now pulling his head away from your neck as you pant, his fingers still pumping your pussy as he rolls his thumb against your clit. his eyes take in the image. the sight would have anyone fainting. the jaw dropping popstar falling apart just from his fingers…

“fucking gorgeous,” he groans, kissing your drooling lips until finally your pussy clenched around his digits. “there ya go,” he praises, your legs tremble as you try to suck his fingers in even more, pressing back. toji hums, talking you through letting your pussy spill. “want me to take a look?”

“h-hhuh?” you’re too blessed out from cumming that you couldn’t fully understand what he meant until you felt the warm wet feeling between your legs. “toji!”

your pushing his hair back, face burning with heat as he eats your mess shamelessly.

“you cum all over my fingers and you won’t let me get a taste?” he clicks his tongue, watching your face twist with embarrassment.

“it’s…” you cover your face with the back of your hands as he starts licking your clit, capturing the nub between his teeth abusing it. you’re holding his hair as he pulls away again, pushing your thighs up so he can get a good look.

“it’s getting all pink and swollen,” toji licks his scar, as he takes a forceful lick of your clit, before kissing it. “given it some attention now, eh?” he kisses your clit again and again before standing up fully, licking his fingers clean as he reaches a hand to your chin.

“toji….i came a lot,” you sigh, sitting up as toji hums.

“but?”

“I want it,” your fingers reach for his pants, finger hooking around the waistband as you tug at it. your eyes looking as if they’re about to spill tears.

“since when were you such a crybaby?” toji laughs as he brushes your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

“you’re just being selfish,” you bite his thumb.

“can you take it out for me then?” he smiles as he watches you eagerly sit up, unbuckling his belt as you pull at his zipper. “eager.”

“eager,” you mock back, making toji laugh. “toji, toji?”

toji felt his heart hammering, he was confused. how was the simple thing of calling his name, making him feel so much…emotion? you weren’t even moaning. maybe it was because you’re sweet…you are a celebrity…but he hasn’t known many celebrities as genuine as you. and you were like this during sex of all places….

“I’m excited,” you gush, pushing his pants down a bit as you look up at him eagerly, your smile was infectious.

“excited?” he quirks a brow, watching you nod.

“are you excited, too?” you feel your heart hammering, maybe that’s why you’re talking without reserve.

“I can be excited if ya want me too?” toji leans down, your brow pinching as you tilt your head up.

“don’t be so cold, you can tell me you wanna have sex,” your smile plays on your lips. “or are you too scared to admit you wanna feel me?”

fuck, you’re such a tease. where did all this confidence come from. it was hot and cold with your attitude.

“scared?” toji scoffs. your fingers dancing around the waistband of his boxers, pulling the elastic back as you maintain eye contact with the fighter.

“scared,” you pout, mocking him.

toji swears. fuck you were too much for him to handle. yet he craved it! so fucking much.

your whines were slipping into his lips as he devoured your lips. it was messy and wet, lips and tongue clashing as he groaned, holding your hand as he pressed it against his very hard cock. you moaned at the feeling, as toji guided your hand letting you palm him through his boxers.

“gonna take all of it, princess,” toji pulls for a moment, kicking his pants and boxers aside. your eyes blink repeatedly.

he was so big….and pretty. it was overwhelming, the weight of his fat cock couldn’t even make it stand fully up. his cock head was dark pink and swollen, you wanted to kiss it so badly. you wanted to let your tongue circle the slit and feel it on your face. your heart was beating in your ears at the sight of his happy trail. you’d only ever seen a slight bit of it when he’s fighting in the ring, but your clit was throbbing at the well groomed dark black hair at his base. you wanted to bury your face in it—

“y/n.” toji lightly taps your cheek. your head shoots up. “you were saying I was staring too much?”

“you’re so big,” you blurt, but don’t worry you continue talking like this, because you’re a genius… “I always get wet when I watch your matches, it’s so embarrassing, but like seeing it now—“ your words trail off as toji pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked…

“finally left ya speechless,” toji leans his head down, your breath catching in your throat as his teeth easily pull off your nipple patches. smiling at the sight of your pretty tits. “cute.”

he sucks your nipple, grinning as you immediately start moaning. nails scratching his nape as he pinches your nipples.

“toj—toji it’ll make—-ah, ugh!” toji gathered the wetness between your legs as he wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing the base before he started lathering his cock, pumping it at the sounds of your moans. he let out small groans as he sucked your other tit.

“gonna fuck you so good, you want it princess?” toji bites your tit as he presses his tip against your pussy, rubbing it through your folds. your clit catches his slit.

“mhm, want it toji, i want it inside me!” you whimper as his cock kisses your clit. “toji, put it in already.” your fingers run up and down his nape, stroking his flushed skin.

“you beggin’?” toji cocks a brow as he comes up to your face, your head tilting up as you maintain eye contact.

“I think you’re tryna hold it in,” you push. “if ya go inside me after all this teasing, you’ll cum so fast.” toji feels a snap in his vein.

“you love runnin that mouth of yours,” he can’t help the smirk as you smile. so absolutely stunning.

“I’m right,” you laugh. “it’s okay toji, take your time, I’ll wait for y—“

toji snaps his hips, his girthy cock fully pushing past your folds, filling your hole to the brim.

“you still with me, pup?” you hadn’t realized toji was tapping your cheek, drool slipping past your lips as you felt your pussy clench repeatedly, squeezing him.

“toji,” your voice was so small, suddenly grabbing him and holding him close as you guided him to your lips.

“there’s my needy pup,” he coos as you drool into his lips.

“fuck me…uh toji…toji fuc..k me,” you were definitely begging now.

“can’t say no to you,” toji grabs the bottom of your thighs, pressing his big hands up as you hold his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles. “fuck, relax, baby, I’m not fully in yet.” toji bites your bottom lip, your eyes wide at what he’d said. he wasn’t fully in?!???

toji was kissing you nonstop, taking your mind off the absolute stretch he was causing between your legs. you felt him so deep inside you, was he all in? he had to be!

“good girl,” he smiles, pulling his hips back watching your pussy try to clench his tip until he’s snapping his hips back in. you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full. toji had complete control of your body. the squelching of your juices and the thapping of his body hitting yours had tears leaking out.

“toji…so deep—ah uh uh!” your head was dizzy, “faster, faster,” you were a babbling mess. you couldn’t even hear your words before it was slipping out.

“fucking greedy, shiit,” toji dropped his head to rest against yours as he picked up his pace. you were already sore from the concert, but now you were completely exhausted, but the pleasure was too good. “ya like it, puppy? mmp, fuckin…snap my dick off, you’re so tight,” toji was groaning more than usual. it was definitely because of that look on your face.

“toji,” your lips ghosts over his as you licked him, smiling once he opened his mouth sticking his tongue out for you. “I told ya, ah, told ya, you’d fall apart inside me.”

the man was shocked. he couldn’t believe even as he’s fucking you, still trying to fully bottom out, you had this bratty attitude. “wanna bet?” toji captured your lips in a messy kiss as his thumb came down twisting your clit.

your body jumped, legs flying in the air as tears leaked from your eyes. “toj—cum—gon’ ahh cum!” your legs were shaking as your pussy clenched, gushing around the fighter’s unrelenting cock.

“atta girl, aww keep cumming—fuck you’re so fucking good,” toji was snapping his hips, watching the mess you were making on his abs splash even more and trickle down his legs. “so cute.” he kissed your forehead as you whimpered, nails digging into his biceps as he pushed your thighs higher up.

“toji,” your whiney voice had him grunting, you were a handful. yet he still allowed your lips to feverish leave sloppy kisses all over his mouth. it was adorable. cute puppy.

“gonna, fuck, cum,” toji pants, suddenly lifting your entire body off the dresser as he held you up. the wind knocking out of you as he dropped you fully on his huge cock. “fuck!” the wet tight grip you had on his entire cock almost had his eyes fully rolling back.

toji didn’t waste a second to fuck up into your messy hole. his hand coming down on your ass as you cried, squeezing him. “need ya to squirt on me puppy. cmon, ya like making a mess pretty girl,” toji bit your bottom lip as you moaned, eyes filling with tears at the overstimulation. another hand slapping your pretty ass as you mewled and squealed.

“i like it, toji, fucking me so so uh so good,” you’re holding his shoulders desperately. “toji…uh ahh!” the chants of his name was like music to his ears. was better than a full stadium cheering for him. your panting and cries and the constant slaps of your ass hitting his thighs was only making his balls heavier. “ah!” your eyes were rolling back as you felt toji only get bigger. “tooj..”

“takin’ it so well,” toji grunts. you felt like his little cock sleeve the way he manhandled you, fucking up into you without a break. the squelching had your head spinning, creamy white ring sliding down toji’s cock as he continued to pump you.

you were moaning against his lips. your stomach coiling as you felt the stimulation slowly start to push you closer and closer, until it finally snapped. your mouth fell open, pussy clamping down unbelievably tight as you gushed around him.

“shit! give it to me, puppy,” toji groaned as the pressure of your pussy squirting had his cock only growing. “keep going,” toji hums, managing to pull out of your grip to continue his pace, elongating your pleasure. your eyes were crossed, tongue hanging out, causing a chuckle to ring against your lips as toji kissing your tongue. giving your ass a good slap. you were desperately clinging onto him as he panted, muscles flexing under you.

“inside me, toji uh” toji was groaning.

“don’t…fuck, don’t,” he was trying to hold back. he didn’t know why. he’s always been okay with letting his load fill em if they begged for it. and you were most certainly begging for it. yet, he didn’t want to…it wasn’t the same….you deserved—

the feeling was much more overwhelming. the build up was different and—he felt his abs flex, fingers digging into your ass.

“want your cum toji….mmph please, pleasee, uh ah tojii—“ your voice was too sweet. whispering and squealing in his ear, his cock already drenched in your mess. your soft chanting of his name only had him swearing over and over.

“ffuckk — yer gon’a take it all then,” his cock was squelching as his tip pounded against your sweet spot. your thighs trembling as you clenched around him feeling his veins against your pussy walls. his balls sticky with your slick.

“cum toji, cum cum,” fuck, you were going to be the death of him! his balls constrict as his cock twitched, and the first spurts of his cum squirted inside you. your lips fell open as you held the sides of his neck, your thumbs pressing under his chin as toji’s jaw fell open unexpectedly. a pink flush dusting his cheeks as he continued to spill his heavy white load inside your welcoming pussy hole, panting as his abs clenched, pushing more ropes of thick cum out.

“you’re cumming so much, toji,” you pant, praising him the way he did with you. a cheeky smile painting your lips. a dark chuckle rings against your skin as his mouth presses against your jaw.

“aren’t ya cheeky?” his hand comes down on your ass, as his large palms grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart as he held you close, giving slow dragged out thrusts milking even more spurts from his thick cock. “good fucking girl…”

you were practically purring in his ear as the quiet whimpers had your body trembling. toji gently set you back on the dresser, his body caving into you as he littered your neck with sloppy kisses. his body heaving over you as you felt his cock shake inside you, still feeling more cum spilling from his cock.

“you’re filling me up,” you blush hot pink inside. you felt like you were soaring as toji hums, coming up to your lips. your fingers caressing his shoulders and neck, as he slowly rolls his lower body, cum already oozing out of your pussy, too overfilled.

“say thank you,” he licks his scar, still catching his breath as he groans just a bit, standing up. your hands slide down to his biceps as he caresses your body. palm laying on your swollen tummy. his cheeks are flushed, coming down from his high as his thigh shakes for a second.

he was not going to admit how fucking good it was to come inside you. he’s not some college kid. instead he slowly pulls out. you give out a few whimpers, a full body tremble as he squeezed your sides in reassurance.

“thank you.”

his eyes widen. heart unintentionally skipping a beat as he meets your longing gaze. his softening cock was drenched stupid, his dark black pubes soaked and your pussy was pulsing as his cum oozed out your hole in warm white globs.

his body slowly leaned closer to you. fingers tilting your adorable chin up watching your eyes sparkle at the sight of his soft smile.

“I wish we didn’t do that.”

you felt a lump form in your throat. his lips were soft as he pressed them against your own. not sloppy, no tongue, just a kiss.

“you deserve a proper first date,” he smiles, but it quickly stops as his eyes widen seeing your eyes filled with unshed tears.

“wh-why did you say it like that??” you were suddenly crying, catching him completely off-guard as he quickly pulled you into a hug.

“shit, puppy,” he caressed the back of your head as you sobbed. “such a crybaby.”

it took awhile for you to clean up. whining and huffing as he told you to keep his cum inside. but he was allowed to clean off his dick. “you begged for it. don’t waste it then, or you’re not gonna get anymore.” your mouth was shut. toji could only burst laughing.

“why’re you laughing at me?!” he hadn’t realized he doesn’t usually laugh, but in this last hour or so, you’ve had him laughing nonstop. your bratty attitude and suddenly your adorable reactions, it was like night and day and he was feeding off it.

“no reason.” your cheeks puff as he hands you your clothes, letting you continue getting dressed. you wear the outfit left out for you, thigh high leather boots. black skirt and top fit with a corset and….

“you wanna catch a cold?” toji brushes your hair, letting his leather jacket cover you up fully.

the moment you stepped out the room and started heading out, your manager was firing questions about what took you so long. ranting about next weeks show, along with a list of to do’s and the car waiting out back. but she quickly stopped once she saw toji trailing behind you.

“what’s he still doing here??” she whispered in your ear, looking over at him with wide eyes. he glanced for a second and immediately had her looking away.

“toji, he said he was my biggest fan!” you gush, squealing.

“did not,” he meets your glare. “what?”

“huh?!” you take a step towards him, only to be met with his hand holding your jaw, fingers adorably squishing your cheeks together as he still sees the startled look in your eyes.

“It’s gonna be fun tamming this attitude of yours.”

you’re left speechless after that. toji had to stifle a laugh as you strutted ahead, whipping your hair in his face. your heels clicked on the ground, and toji had to bit his cheek or he would’ve made a comment about your slight limp. instead he trailed close behind, keeping a watchful eye in case you fall.

your manager walked out first, and outside a group of security was already waiting to escort you out, because the moment your foot hit the pavement the camera flashes and fans screaming hit you.

you were slightly startled, your mind occupied by what toji had just said. toji looks up in irritation, lowering his cap as he steps out following you. he’s ready to do what he always does: ignore press and head to the car—

“hi, thank you so much!” your sweet voice has him looking up. you were by the barricades, signing autographs and leaning over to take pictures. your eyes were heavy, and he knew you were tired, so why did you…

“y/n! y/n! y/n!” your mind was overstimulated, so much was going on, but you tried your very hardest to meet as many fans as you could. thanking them for the flowers, fan art, bracelets.

toji stood a few feet away. the veins on his arms flexing as he watched fans shove and push each other. it wasn’t anything new. he’s used to it. but now it was happening to you. so many different people shouting at you. hands reaching out to touch you, they’re like animals—

“y/n, let’s go,” his hand was on you lower back, body leaning down to speak into your ear. “cmon.”his cap covered his eyes, just so you could look over you shoulder to meet them. his gaze immediately softening at the look.

“okay,” you smile gently. turning back and thanking the fans again. toji kept his hand on your back as he led you to the car. your paces evenly matched, his shoulders wide as your hips swayed beautifully.

“is that toji zenin?” one fan comments. “there was something on y/n’s neck…” suddenly phones are flashing off and tweets are being sent out in waves.

“tojiiii,” you’re already whining again in the car. leaning over his arm as you pressed your face into his bicep. you were crying about the bruise forming on your leg from falling on stage. “can you make it better?”

toji sighs, your legs thrown over his lap to show him the bruise. it was turning a dark blue on your knee. his big hand gently laid atop and caressed circles. it seems to calm you down as you held his arm in your lap, breath going even.

you were adorable. annoying. but cute. because seconds later you were knocked out. and your cute lips were parted as you clung onto the fighter. he didn’t mind this. not at all.

even when he gently stroked your cheek as he laid you down in your hotel suite. lips hovering over your lips. “did ya have fun carrying me?”

fucking tease.

“I didn’t want you showing’ everyone how much yer limpin’ from getting stuffed full of dick.” his vulgar words always seem to knock the wind out of you as you look away. covering your face. “aren’tchu cute,” toji laughs. “ya still stuffed with my cum?”

your ears sting as you answer him with a hum. arms stretching for him, pulling him in for a hug. his body falling between your open legs, but catching himself on the bed, careful not to drop his entire weight on you.

“i like you, toji,” your whisper is so soft. gentle. “i like you a lot, a lot.” your hand caresses the back of his hair, almost like reassuring him that you mean it. even your heart is calming as his warmth consumes you.

he’s quiet.

but his body…slowly leans closer to you.

he wouldn’t mind telling you more about him. he knows you don’t know much other than what all his other fans have seen. but hearing those words from you felt…nice. he does wish he treated you better when you first tried to meet him. he wished he took you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in a dressing room like he did with every other person who’s thrown themselves on him. but still…after all that, it felt okay.

your body holding his fit. your fingers caressing his dark black hair made his chest warm. his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, which he’s never felt compelled to do, felt needed.

“toji.” the way his name rolled off your pretty lips didn’t carry weight. you weren’t whining, or asking him for something. you were simply saying it just say it. to know that he’s with you.

he didn’t mind falling asleep as you held him. or the soft words you gently whispered in your tired state.

he didn’t mind waking up beside someone. feeling their warm, her warmth, draw him closer. his arms securely pulling her against him. a deep sigh escaping his lips as he felt her own arm lay over his. it was nice.

her neck gently turning over so her lips can brush his. his own seemed to gravitate immediately. soft kisses were nice, her fingers gently caressing his neck as he let her fully turn over, her arm slowly wrapping around his shoulder, letting him deepen the kiss. you were humming, his tongue played with yours, till he pulled away. deep breath escaping as his eyes looked over your face.

“what?” your ears were heating up as he looked at you. “stop staring, I didn’t take off my makeup last night! it’s all smudged and shit,” you covered your face.

“most of it came off when yesterday when you were crying,” toji pressed his head over your hands. your cheeks felt so warm, heart beating even louder because fuck. he was still here. you felt like it was a dream. maybe you really were annoying and he’d leave before you woke. or maybe he just wanted to have sex again—

you couldn’t be imagining this. he was nice. he was really nice. and you liked him a lot.

“I like you toji,” you mumbled over your hands. body squirming as toji ran his hands on your sides, nudging his face deeper in your hands, kisses pressing over them.

“I know.”

“I like you so much,” you felt so stupid, but also you kept saying it.

“I know,” he smiles. hands finally falling from your face. you felt your breath hitch.

his dark green eyes were soft…

“gimme a kiss,” you couldn’t help smiling, lips kissing his over and over. his arm wrapping around you as he held your close, humming.

it was a miracle both of you hadn’t heard your phones going off, or else you’d have seen the multiple headlines and the trending hashtags about your recent concert. some people even claiming to have seen you kissing the mma fighter once you got into the car.

u better go back and open every link I put in this fic. the only reason I posted it was bc some of u still think it’s not ur problem. It’s not a problem to read fics, I’m just saying u can ALSO open the LINKS too!

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