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Chapter 25 - Back To Business! 🥦

Summary: Izuku gets back to hero work then leaves the country for a mission. He comes back with a present.

Warnings: swear words, cheeky thoughts, mentions of doing the cheeky but not written out (sorry or you are welcome, depending which side are you on haha)

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“So… see you after my shift!” Izuku’s smile is pure and happy, eyes full of excitement and love. It’s happening. Izuku is finally going back to work. You could cry from happiness; while it does hurt a bit to be alone in the flat after having this man to yourself for months, seeing him so full of life is worth those few hours of loneliness.

“Don’t forget; do not overexert yourself! You might only be on patrol for four hours, but you’ve been away for a long time. Let Katsuki handle the big boys for now. Okay, hero?”

“Anything for you, madam.” Izuku takes your hand and leaves a kiss on the back of it, his eyes hot and scorching as he looks up at you. It reminds you of another time you’ve seen that look on his face…

“Okay, go before I pull you back to the bedroom, you tease!” You tear your hand away, utterly embarrassed. Izuku only giggles.

“WOW, it’s only 7 in the morning and you are already thinking about being cheeky? I’m the luckiest chap in the whole world!”

Oh, that shit-eating grin…

“Not with you, sir, I’m waiting for you to leave so I can call…”

“Do not finish that sentence unless you want me to do my patrol right in front our apartment complex.” Izuku’s grin changes in a matter of seconds; the green eyed monster (pun intended) is back, the one with the dark, scorching eyes, the one you secretly love so much and has been feeding your dirty little daydreams for more than a year now.

“He might be a neighbor. I’m just saying.” You gulp, incapable to not stare into those eyes.

“Well, then it will be really easy to find his address. Being a hero comes with certain perks… like for instance, a knowledge of how to hide a body so it’s never found.” Izuku winks at you menacingly and points at your neck. “Also, there is a cheeky little hickey on your neck. I wonder who did that?”

The audacity. You can’t help but push him out through the door, utterly embarassed again.

“You are a fucking menace today. Go and think about what you’ve done and I hope to see my lovely, sweet Izu-Izu when you come back! Shame on you!” You close the door on the green head who’s laughing his ass off, even after you shut the door in his face. Just a second later, the door opens again, and you are being forcefully cuddled.

“I’m so fucking late, Sweets.” Izuku giggles to himself, back to his normal self. You sigh into his fluffy curls.

“Stop hugging me and go then!” You snicker back, secretly happy for these last few moments of peace. You are still a little bit traumatized by the last time Izuku went on a shift; the last time, when Izuku did not come home, when he was nothing but a shell put on several different wires to be kept alive… it’s the past but the past can repeat itself; you know it’s really rare these days to get into that kind of trouble, but you can’t control how you feel; you’ll always be worried for a loved one, no matter the circumstances; they might only go out to buy groceries for the week but you would stress your ass off if the “mission” takes too long. It’s a stupid love thing, as Katsuki would say.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.” Izuku leaves one last kiss on your lips and begrudgingly moves towards the entrance. You really want to tease him about not using the back door as he usually does, but you don’t have the heart to do that.

“I know.” You smile to yourself as the door closes.

~•🥦•~

The last few months were… amazing. Izuku got his temporary suit just a few weeks after your conversation with Melissa, Katsuki and Izuku then started to spar 3 times a week; Katsuki had to reduce his hours to be able to be with “the nerd” but it was absolutely worth it for the both of them; Katsuki’s dark circles finally disappeared while Izuku started to be less anxious and his confidence started to grow with every session. After a few weeks, Izuku’s recovery program came to an end as well, meaning he was finally officially free to do whatever he wants without the constant worry for his fresh injuries.

From that point, Izuku was a busy bee; he was taken somewhere every afternoon, sometimes it was Eijirou sometimes Ochako, or on one occasion it was Kouta who came to the door begging for a spar which needless to say, made Izuku’s little heart really fucking happy. You actually managed to persuade the two to let you come along for their training spar in UA; you almost shat your pants from excitement to be in that famous school and you also realized that Izuku will be an amazing father one day. Eraser gave you a stinky side eye when he caught you daydreaming while “watching the show”, but then he gave you a knowing half-smile, which only made the situation worse. Then the cherry on top was when he said “I hope you know I’ll have high expectations for your kid, quirkless or not.”

You couldn’t look that man in the eye after that.

So long story short… they were an interesting few weeks, no day the same as the other. Having Izuku out of your sight also made you appreciate him even more when he’s at home.

Now back to the present… needless to say, you are freaking out a little bit but you also know that Izuku is not alone; Katsuki and Eijirou are both next to him, keeping him safe for the time being, until he’s strong enough to stay on his own two feet. Izuku wasn’t too happy about being babysat like a fresh UA student but after a while he managed to understand that it’s all for his safety.

There are several different reasons to why Izuku is moving in groups; one, his re-appearance might motivate some of the villains to strike the old number one hero at his weakest, just to be able to say that they won a fight with him. Second, while the heroes are close to sniffing out who was the main villain behind Izuku’s attack, the investigation wasn’t closed yet. One single mistake and the history might repeat itself. And the third, probably obvious one is… Izuku is still technically healing and his suit isn’t completed yet. This is a trial run.

As today is Izuku’s first day back, the media was kindly asked to stay away from him for at least for the first week; that doesn’t mean you won’t put on the TV in the background, just in case. It’s a bad habit, but a habit every single significant other and family member does. “No news is great news” is the official motto, apparently.

You’ve learnt that in the “help, I married a hero” support group on Facebook. You are quite sure not a single person in that group is actually married to a hero and it’s more like a role play group but it’s entertaining nonetheless.

By the time your Izu-Izu comes back from his first shift (he actually managed to make his way back around 1PM, which is still 2 hours more than his original finish time but it’s still better than his old 14 hour shifts.), there is lunch on the table, the flat is clean, the plants are watered…

“Were you bored, Sweets?” Izuku laughs as he looks around the flat. Your cheeks are tinted red and you can’t look into his eyes.

“… no?” You mumble, still looking away. There is a comfortable silence for the next few seconds then Izuku finally says the magic word:

“Come here.”

You jump into Izuku’s arms like a feral animal on the verge of dying of starvation.

“Izuuuuuuuu!” You genuinely did not know you can make such an annoying, high pitched noise. It’s actually hurting your ears. Izuku squints for a second but welcomes you with open arms, clearly not as annoyed as he should be. “This was terrible! I can’t say these were the most excruciating 6 hours of my life because I saw you almost die in the TV before, but like… you were not here! I was cold and I had to put on a sweater! I couldn’t reach one of the shelves and I had to get the step stool! I had to use that fancy jar opener to open my jar of pickles!” You whine and Izuku shakes from the laughter under your arms.

“You are not getting sick again, are you?” Izuku reminds you of your shenanigans a few months ago when you basically lost your mind and forgot how to speak coherently or put a filter on your mouth. You two laugh about it right now, but back then, you literally felt your heart break into pieces when he came home hurt “because of you”. And that massive fight after? Never fucking again. Thankfully you are both extremely emotionally intelligent so you managed to use that experience to learn about each other instead of letting the temporary resentment darken your hearts. It was a good lesson; Izuku had learnt that his safety should always be a priority and that being honest about his feelings goes a long way. You’ve learnt how to set boundaries and how to speak up about things that are important to you; like for instance your crush of several months not coming home drenched in blood and on the verge of passing out from blood loss just because they were too worried about you to focus is really important. You didn’t think this is something you need to voice as it is common sense but it is not common sense in Izuku’s brain, apparently.

“No, I’m completely fine. I’m just happy.”

“Because I’m back?” Izuku beams at you then makes a confused face as you shake your head.

“I’m happy because your eyes have that shine in them again… the shine I fell in love with almost a year ago.”

“I was happy before this. You make me happy.” Izuku tries his best to reassure you but you only laugh at his antics.

“You were happy but now… you are content. And happy. You might be my Izuku, but you are also the Japan’s Pro Hero Deku. I can make my Izuku happy but Deku… I can’t give him everything. And that’s completely fine with me. You need your ability to save people just as much as you need me when you get home. You will only ever thrive when you have both… and I respect you for that. It’s what I love about you, Izu.” You leave a tiny kiss on Izuku’s now tearstained cheeks. Izuku doesn’t say anything just pulls you closer and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t deserve you. But you told me to be selfish, so I’ll erase that thought from my head.” Izuku gives you a tired smile. “To be honest, these few hours were way too eventful for a first day. I’m really tired. All I want is eat and cuddle on the sofa.” Izuku states confidently. You are so fucking proud of this man, goddamnit!

“Sounds like a good plan to me, hero.” You smile back proudly. Izuku moves his head towards your ears, like he’s about to tell you secret.

“Also, I would really like a dessert for breakfast tomorrow.” Izuku slowly moves towards the sofa and pulls you down to sit in his lap.

“You mean like… a strawberry shortcake? Pudding?” You act like a fool, trying your best to hide your cheeky smile from him. Izuku giggles into your neck.

“Those sound amazing but I’m craving something much sweeter.” Izuku leaves a kiss on your neck. Your whole body shivers. “Softer.” He leaves another kiss, a little bit further down. you can’t help the content sigh that comes out of your mouth. Oh, how much you love this man.

“Keep doing that and I won’t let you rest today at all.” You retort as you slowly pull away from him. “Rest up then come to eat lunch. I’m staaaaarving.” You sigh as you jump off him and make your way towards the table, half-salivating over the lovely scent of your freshly made Katsudon.

Izuku doesn’t reply, his stomach does, with a massive rumble. You both laugh.

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Izuku’s 4 hour shifts became 6 then 10. Slowly, life started to go back to the old normal, with Izuku being out and about for most of the day and you working on commissions and taking care of the flat. Having Izuku away for so long did some bad things to your mental health first, but Izuku, being as observant as he is, clocked it on the first week and made sure you are happy and being taken care of in those few hours he stayed at home. He also made sure not to do overtime unless he genuinely needed to. It meant the world to you. He even made sure he’s free on the day of your first anniversary; which apparently, in Izuku’s head was a year after your first accidental kiss on the mountain top. Needless to say, you had a “massive fight” after that, trying to make Izuku understand that your anniversary is a year after you two officially decided to be a couple, but Izuku was adamant that him choosing the day of that kiss was him being “sensible” as in his head, his heart was yours since the first time he stumbled through the door drenched in blood, when you two were sitting with your backs to the wall and he cried in your arms.

So now, apparently you have two anniversaries, and both dates must be celebrated with a super expensive dinner in that restaurant “in the sky” and with a hot tub full of roses or bath bombs or whatever silly thing Izuku comes up with. Then there is Valentine’s Day, which is, apparently also a day that must be heavily celebrated by staying home and eating that amazing Strawberry cake from Sato’s new restaurant and a chocolate fountain.

The chocolate fountain is for later.

Yes. It’s uhm… for the main celebration.

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So yes. Life with Izuku has been great. Both of you are super happy with your relationship and even after a whole year of being a couple, you two can’t get enough of each other and instead of being bored of each other you just get more and more obsessed, making Katsuki fake-vomit every time you two go over to theirs for dinner.

Talking about Katsuki and Eijirou; they adopted a massive Rottweiler puppy. His name is Redrum, murder but backwards but they just call him Red. All Meowth wasn’t too impressed by the big, goofy puppy first but after a while he got used to being harassed by Red and those two together are the funniest pair; All Meowth just plays dead every time Red comes over while Red licks him and pokes him until All Meowth looses his patience and hides under the sofa for the rest of the day.

The agency finds the main leader of the group who attacked Izuku, just a few weeks after Izuku gets the official suit from America. Izuku, Katsuki and Eijirou left the country for 2 weeks to finally put an end to the terrible villain group that hurt Deku.

This brings us to your current situation - you, loosing your mind, alone for two weeks with a grumpy cat and a hyperactive, humongous dog.

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It has been a bit less than two weeks since Izuku had left to get the bastard who ended his career.

You hate everything. The day is always gloomy, even when the sun shines, your bed never smells the way you like it, even if you wash the sheets over and over again, no one changes the settings on All Meowth’s automatic feeder and there are no new post its on the fridge with silly little drawings of heroes or super cheesy love quotes from Deku. The food tastes plain, your drawings suck, the whole world sucks, you don’t even understand why you woke up from your bed today. You made so much food this week, purely by accident, so used to having to feed a big bulky hero every day that you have enough leftovers for the next two weeks. Hell, even Izuku’s fake plastic plant looks sad. You swear the leaves are drooping, their color more yellow than usually.

You have no idea how is that possible.

You sit at the dining table, bumping your head into it over and over, thinking about getting some special vitamins that boost your serotonin levels, because you swear to god have depression, or some kind of separation anxiety or the hell knows, but something is surely wrong with you.

Your phone rings next to you; you jump up from your seat so quickly it makes you dizzy.

You take the call in 5 milliseconds. It’s a video call.

“OH MY GOD, IZU-IZU!!!!!” You yell to the screen as you take in the sight in front of you; there are several blood splatters on Izuku’s face and he’s also full of soot and dust, his hair matte and unuly. He looks tired, and by the look of it, he’s calling from a first aid tent.

“You should see the other guy.” Izuku grins like your heart isn’t just about to exit your body through your mouth. “Ouch.” Izuku mutters as someone pats his bloody arms down with a cotton swab. “Look, this is my girlfriend!” He points at you, speaking in English and now there is a random nurse looking at you. You are trying to decide between screaming and laughing. The nurse takes one good look at you and turns towards Izuku.

“She is really cute!” The nurse mutters with broken English and smiles. That makes your heart calm down a bit; these two wouldn’t be talking about you if Izuku or any of the other heroes would be in grave danger.

“I can’t wait to marry her.” Izuku blushes, the hint of pink visible even under all the dirt. “She’s the love of my life.”

The nurse makes a high pitched whine.

“Kawaii! Oh, uhm… I should be tending to your wounds, sorry, ignore me and take your time with your Sweets! You deserve it!”

“Does he?” You tease, but Izuku looks at you with a proud smile.

“Sweets, we won. It’s finally over. I’m coming home tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait to see you.” There are tears in Izuku’s eyes as he says that. You are not too far behind him.

“I can hug you tomorrow… fuck, Izu, I miss you so much!” You sniff, touching Izuku’s face to the screen.

“I miss you too. I can’t wait to snuggle with you. Oh my god, sleeping without you is a torture! I’ve never thought I’m gonna say this but I even miss your cold feet.” Izuku giggles to himself.

“I miss you suffocating me with your massive arms.” You try to tease him back but there is nothing to tease him about; he is fucking perfect. At least for you.

“Jesus, tomorrow can’t come quick enough.” Izuku sighs. “Oh, hi, Red!” Izuku waves at the unruly massive dog who just jumped up into your lap, almost tipping the chair over in the process.

“This dog is a menace. I’ll never moan about All Meowth again.” You let the dog lick your face as you smile fondly. At least he was keeping you company in these two wretched weeks. He might forget that he’s a big boy sometimes, but he’s the sweetest, kindest creature you’ve ever seen. Just like his parents.

“Oi, is that Red?” Katsuki yells at Deku from somewhere far away, probably getting treated himself. “Oi, Red!”

Red’s ears perk up, his tail wagging (or to be exact, hitting your body with full strength) happily.

“What?” Kirishima yells back from somewhere.

“Not you, you big dummy! Fucking hell, why did I choose that name…”

“Because you love me so much you wanted to have two of me.” You can’t see it, but Eijirou probably grins like a maniac while he says that.

“Gay.” Sero giggles, and by the big thump and several nurses yelling, Katsuki threw something at him.

“Tomorrow. I love you.” Izuku disconnects with a smile on his face.

Just a few hours after your phone call the news are full of Izuku and Katsuki’s victory. You can’t help the proud tears that escape your eyes; the world is a safe place once again.

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You really want to go to pick up Izuku at the airport but you are too afraid to leave Red alone for such a long time so you end up staying in your shared flat. When the door opens, your heart makes a somersault in your chest; Izuku’s eyes shine with so much fondness, his bags hitting the floor with a loud thump as he runs towards you without taking his shoes off, which would usually piss you off but… fuck, you missed him so fucking much.

Izuku’s arms snake around you right away, pulling you up, and you manage to cling to him like a cute, soft baby koala, your thighs gripping the boys torso like your life depends on it.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You voice your feelings, your voice trembling from all the emotions; Izuku smells like heaven itself, pine with a hint of lemon, his hair puffy and freshly washed; you take a deep whiff, inhale deep and slow, your heart finally calming down after being on edge for two whole weeks. This is your safe space, those muscular arms, this scent, the feeling of his rough scars on your soft, sensitive skin… this is home.

“You are my everything. Everything, Sweets. I can’t live without you. Fuck, I’m so pathetic but this is what I realized during these two weeks.” Izuku sniffs, pulling you close, his arms so tight around you there is barely any space in your lungs for oxygen, but it feels so right…

“Red, you bastard!” Katsuki’s rough, deep voice ruins the mood in a fraction of the second; the big dog jumps into Katsuki’s arms, almost tripping the man, but Eijirou is right there to support his partner from behind.

“Oh, honey bun, look how adorable you are!” Eijirou coos, hopefully, to the dog and not to Katsuki, otherwise this flat will be in flames in just a few minutes.

Izuku, with his forehead leaning on yours, smiles into the minuscule space between you as he looks into your eyes deeply. He caresses your cheek with his right hand, slowly and gently as he mumbles;

“I’m home.”

“Welcome home, baby.” You smile as a few stray tears escape from your eyes; you put your hand on top of Izuku’s one that’s resting on your face… but there is something… on Izuku’s wrist. Foil?

Also… why is it so quiet all of the sudden?!

Oh, Katsuki and Eijirou sneaked out while you two were busy confessing to each other.

“Oh, that’s…” Izuku blushes as he moves away to show you the foil on his wrist. There is something under it… something small and colorful. “I had this idea for ages… then we met this cool tattoo artist who was willing to take me in right away… so I thought, why not? I hope you like tattoos.” Izuku looks at you with worry. You can’t help but laugh.

“Yes, I like tattoos. What is it though? The foil is too thick.” You smile at him and Izuku starts to rid himself from the foil.

It takes you half a second to start crying like a baby. Not more, not less. Half a single second.

The tattoo is of a bouquet of sweet pea flowers, held together by a thin, red thread. The red thread gets loose under the bouquet and it shapes the word “home”.

“This… this is…” you sniff, as you take in the sigh.

“This is you.” Izuku answers. “It’s you, because whatever happens, you’ll forever be a part of me. Just like this tattoo.”

“I really want to kiss you silly.” You mumble while crying into Izuku’s pecks.

“Let me change the foil, then you can kiss me as much as you want.” Izuku giggles, in seventh heaven by the look of it.

“You are not sleeping tonight.” You mutter with a tiny blush on your face. It has been two weeks, okay?!

“It wasn’t my intention to do that anyway, hence I slept on the plane.” Izuku sticks his tongue out then licks his lips while staring into your eyes.

Oh, hell damn.

Needless to say, you forgot to congratulate Izuku for winning this case, so you make sure he knows how thankful you are… in other ways.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- How cute is Izuku’s tattoo?! I actually wanted to draw it but ran out of time. Oh well!

lol Nevermind I made a quick scribble.

- I just had a root canal treatment done so if there are mistakes, I’m sorry, I’m high on antibiotics lol Also, send me virtual cuddles, I really want some cuddles after this traumatic experience 😂💜

- I wrote the KiriBaku extra by the way. I somehow managed to make it into a 13 000 words fucking novel. I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

- This ficc will be more than 26 chapters as someone was nice enough to tell me they would like to see more of the friend group before this story ends, let’s give them a massive thank you! 🩷

- As always, tell me your thoughts! It’s still not too late to tell me what you guys want to see! I still have 2 chapters to write at least!

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"bakudeku isn't canon!!" mhm... and the sky is green idk

FRIENDLY FUCKING REMINDER THAT KATSUKI DESIGNED IZUKU’S SUIT!

KATSUKI PUT IN THE WORK! CAUSE IZUKU’S SUIT IS FUCKING SPECTACULAR!

AND IT’S SO DAMN DETAILED TOO!

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE DAMN GLOVES ALONE!

AND HIS PANTS/SHOES TOO!

AND THE METAL CAPE AS WELL!

AND THE FACT THAT THERE IS A LOT OF ORANGE ON HIS SUIT ONE OF KATSUKI’S MAIN COLORS! OH MY BKDK HEART 😭🧡💚

rereading mha smash now that my exams are finally over and I forgot how much I love this strip

of course baby Kacchan falls in love with Izuku over accidental violence

happy birthday bakugou 💥

THINKING ABOUT TIMESKIP! SHŌYŌ VERY HARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEED HIM TO CHOKE ME WITH HIS FUCKING BICEPS AND HIS THIGHS AND CRUSH ME WITH HIS HUGS PLEASE I AM NOT ASKING FOR MUCH I JUST WANT TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF TIMESKIP! HINATA SHŌYŌ MY BELOVED I NEED THIS MAN UP MY VAGINA RIGHT NOW I AM NOT ASKING

HE CAN MANHANDLE ME HOWEVER HE WANTS THROW ME AROUND LIKE A TOY I DON’T CARE I WILL EVEN SUCK HIS DICK FOR HIM AND I HATE SUCKING DICKS BECAUSE THEY ARE ew BUT FOR HIM I WOULD DO IT I WILL BEG HIM TO LET ME DO IT

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fluffy

ʚ FINISH INSIDE HER ?! ɞ

ᡴꪫ sum. what the hell is a full nelson? no worries, luckily underground boxer toji shows you a hands-on demonstration. although, you want choso to try it with you too. not only are you a slut visual learner, but you also think you can take them both - not in a fight though.

wc. 5.8k

warnings. fem! reader, boxer! au, boxers toji & choso, 3sum, choso walks in on you and toji, unprotected, full nelson, manhandling, brief ōral (f + m), quickie, size diff, finger sucking, praise, dirty talk, choking, they fight over you, whiny choso, squırting, impact play, slight nıpple play, premature ejac, spıt.

an. kind of based on this ask!

“upsie daisey, uh huh. biiiiig fuckin’ stretch,” your mouth drops open once your thighs gets sprawled apart. your back slumps back against the fighter — toji, you’ve been training with him for a while. not only were you training with him but you’ve also been a bit of a fan. you mentioned to him on how you wanted to strengthen your ‘flexibility’ a bit more and of course, he had just the right thing to help you. out of curiosity, you asked him about a certain position you watched him perform on his rival, choso kamo. full nelson, it was considered illegal in some rings if not all. toji would always perform a specific choking move where he’d pin choso down with ease, burly buff arms putting him in a head lock - preventing him from moving a single inch. the entire crowd always goes wild at it every single time—so you wanted to try it out for yourself. “easy, easy. don’t tap out on me jus’ yet, okay? y’er a big girl.”

bobbling your head to give him a nod, an airy breeze shoves you back into his chest. the stretchy fabric of his boxing shorts tickle against your skin upon impact. “o- okay,” you breathe, gasping once he hooks two big arms underneath the undersides of your thighs. he’s got such a good taut grip that seconds later, you felt yourself throb a bit at the feverish, hot friction. “you’re not really gonna, heh, choke me out right?”

“not unless y’er into that, princess,” he jibes, a throaty husk of a chuckle leaving out of him. and as you’re spread all out, limbs extended—yeah,

you were probably fucked.

after what seems like hours of meaningless stretches and exercises to prepare your limbs, toji’s finally got you in the position — you were sprawled right in his lap, being in a safe firm chokehold.

his voice was roughly gruff, and as he spreads your legs just a bit further, you feel the cottony bandage that wraps around his arm ghost up against your thigh. his touch was gentle and you intake a sharp breath, further continuing to lean into his touch - his grasp. “mhm, seems like y’er a bit more flexible than i thought. this comfy?”

“no,” you let off a sheepish snort, starting to feel a brief pang on your thighs from the position. to be fair — not only was full nelson uncomfortable but it was dangerous. just one wrong move and snap. but toji was a professional, he’d make sure you’d keep all your pretty little limbs in tact. probably. clearing your throat, your eyes scan around a plethora of trophies and plaques he’s won throughout his career. “but um, have you ever tried this position with no clothes on?”

toji grows quiet, allowing you to lie back on his chest. black curly strands of chest hair fondle against your skin before he murmurs gruffly into your ear. “maybe.”

the growing bulge that hid underneath his boxers had you almost feral. you felt its presence—how it was just there, poking right against your shorts.

you prepare for yet another sharp drawn out breath, taking in his loud axe cologne that wafts through the entire studio. “can we try nude?”

and that was probably dumb to ask.

it was very dumb to ask.

your lewd filthy thoughts loved to make themselves known out of your lips at the worst times. your heart raced the moment you blurted that out, feeling the tips of your ears burn a scorching temperature. he’d say no, you were almost sure of it. you were just a dumb fan who managed to be a favorite, surely he wouldn’t—

“why the hell not,” he snickers, sliding his hands toward the smooth curvature of your hips. “i’ll go easy on ya for today. let’s get rid of these,” he pulls on the string of your panties, already discarding your shorts with such quickness. “i’ll try not ‘ta break you too bad.”

but that was a lie—

not only did he break you but he stretched you out in all the ways possible.

you had the most dumbest expression, tongue lolled out, legs spread, gushing all over the velvet red boxing mat - time and time again.

pink luminescent lighting shine back against the centers of your irises as you stare up at the ceiling’s lights. you’ve never felt so weak. spit slick lips of yours were all swollen and numb from being chewed on constantly like candy. within minutes, your knees were already surrendering, bucking at his very mercy.

“fuck, tooooji.” you’d drag out his name in cute elongated syllables.

the infamous elastic stretch of his cock has you writhe and spasm all over his lap. ludicrously, your voice bounces across the cheap walls of the building. nevertheless, you can’t lie to yourself, you’ve rubbed a few out at the thought of having this moment with your favorite boxer.

unprofessional, maybe. but he didn’t care and neither did you. besides, he was helping you with your flexibility after all. even if it was a bit more intimate than most regular methods.

your heart races, thumping out quick hurried beats as he’s shoving his cock in and out of you. you’re in such a submissive position that you were just a bobble head, a doll. he treated you like one — using your body, bouncing you up and down and manhandling you all over the mat.

he gruffly cackles behind the plushy shell of your ear, watching right before his eyes as you’re jouncing on his dick. your skin was so warm, so hot, the recoil stings for a few seconds before your ass ricochets off his sharp pelvis.

the smacks and paps only grew louder, and so did your sweet melodic moans and whimpers.

a creamy pearl of a ring coats around his base and he grunts, still having a beefy arm around your neck. his muscles flex and you fight the urge to bite his bicep. “easy, good girl. lean right into me. y’er a natural.”

his words went straight to your cunt. toji was a dirty talker, never a sweet talker.

he knew how to get you wet, whether it was with his slick mouth, his tongue, or even his cock. his voice was always so low, timbre and all. the husk that it carried never failed to make you soaked. embarrassing,

oh, it definitely was embarrassing.

he’s got a free hand gripping onto your thigh, kissing your ass with his palm - rough rude spanks.

the cute flinches of your rear bouncing back against his lap makes him slide a tongue over his lips, including sliding over that notorious scar that slides down the right side of his mouth. “fuck, so fuckin’ sloppy. got the mat all soaked. should make ya lick it up, huh.”

you couldn’t even reply . . you tried, but babbles of inaudible squeaks came out instead.

it just felt too good, he felt too good.

you’re panting heavily, the repetitive pop song that blared through the boxing ring’s broken speakers gets stuck in your head. you hear the moist wails of your pussy squelching time and time again, entirely soaking yourself with your own beloved filth. a free hand of toji’s creeps its way in front of you. hand so big that he could easily cover it over your entire face if he could.

with glossy half-lidded eyes, you stare at his palm, feeling your mouth water.

thick long fingers, he knew what he was doing.

toji’s just casually waving his hand around in your face in a slow mesmerizing motion as you bounced on his cock. they were so lengthy and thick, his arms had prodding veins for days. from his wrist to the edge of his arm, you saw the veins poking out. he was so built that you couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t help but drool. “what a sloppy little girl. i could really snap you in half, heh,” he huffs, clenched abs pressing against your back. it’s hard, rock hard . . they feel like bricks.

you knew underground boxers like toji had to keep up a strict workout routine but damn.

“but you’d like that, huh,” he murmurs, bringing another smack to your slick wet folds. you moan at the stretch of your limbs, craving for more of his rude spanks against your swollen cunt. you throbbed from not only his words but his touch too, and the thought of him literally breaking you had you a bit more soaked than you thought it would.

this was a workout of its own - rutting your weight up and down against him. he’s got a secure hold on your body, holding your thighs up in place.

you were stupid, not even acknowledging that you’d already grab ahold of his wrist, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you moan the second the dry bandaged digits delve past your lips and makings way down your throat. as your ass steadily rocks against him in sloppy rhythm, you feel the very tips of his fingers prod against your puny uvula. you almost gag at the unexpected feeling—a cobwebby trail of saliva that was translucent pours down the side of your parted lips.

“no manners, tch,” he scoffs and his ripped abs continue to brush up against your back. “sloppy baby. got some nerve showin’ up to train being this fuckin’ nasty ‘n soaked.”

the hot skin against skin contact rubbing off against each other had your panties in a bunch, despite them already being technically pulled to the side and abandoned.

you were already still sensitive, swollen achy cunt sobbing out its own pleas of pleasure.

haphazardly, your knees buckle and he snatches his fingers out of your mouth. he does this solely to get a taste himself, swirling his pink pointed tongue against his slippery digits all thanks to you. “startin’ ‘ta think you came here for more than to just get an autograph ‘n work out with me, pretty girl.”

and as the plump crown of his cock molds you a tiny brief bulge from just his size alone — it repeatedly thrashes up against your sweetest spot. you shudder, about to collapse backward before you hear the jingling bells of the front door sound off.

“h- hey, toji man. did i leave my . . gloves . . ?”

choso, toji’s rival and regular training partner stares at the erotic scene and his face twists.

“oh,” and he’s flustered right away.

you stop bouncing and your eyes widen as big as saucers—yet, you weren’t even embarrassed. you were in awe, you knew all about choso kamo.

the choso kamo, anyone would be crazy not too. he was the most recent up and coming boxer, and after beating toji with a brutal close score of 58-57.

as you’re reclined back against toji—you finally get a good look at the other dark haired boxer.

he was slim yet also well built, choso was known for fighting opponents with his iconic ponytails but as of currently - he started to wear his hair down. sometimes he’d pin it up, a bit of a wolf cut that flew down his broad shoulders.

as his bashful gaze met yours, he grew nervous. very nervous.

black sable hued shorts cling onto his hips whilst he was shirtless, a few past battle scars painting the entire canvas of his perfectly chiseled body. “am i . . interrupting something?”

“nah. c’mere, ‘cho,” a husky voice calls out and he pauses in his tracks. the air suddenly clouded its way with imaginary thick smoke of lust and tension. it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

he swallows—dragging his bare feet across the crimson red mat toward you both, ducking underneath the stretchy multicolored bars before gawking at you. he was far pretty up close once he entered the practice ring, he runs a hand behind his neck before averting his eyes away from your nude body out of respect.

“he’s always been kinda shy,” toji purrs to you, still buried deep into your cunt. you shiver, every movement he makes makes—even just sitting up makes you let off a soft noise. you chew the inside of your cheek, feeling a stickiness stick between your thighs. dark green eyes flicker at choso and he hums, tilting his head. “choso, you know how to do full nelson too, yeah?”

“y- yeah, of course i do why?”

“you’re avoiding eye contact again.”

choso gulps - burying his hands into the burrows of his shorts pockets. a sheet of sweat marinates across his forehead before he glances at toji, rephrasing. “eh, yeah i know how to do full nelson. why?”

“because,” toji smacks his lips, a hand prying its way between the valley of your legs. you moan, still feeling full from tepid hot dumps of his cum practically oozing out of your puffy slit. “we’ve got a new opponent ‘n she wants to experience what it’s really like on the ring.”

“toji, we do full nelson all the time,” choso timidly runs a bundle of fingers through his buzzed undercut, a timid smile curling against his lips. “we never usually do it um . . naked though.”

the boxer underneath you deadpans. he could be so dense, choso stands still before a small gasp wrenches out of his pink glossed lips.

“oh.. oh,” and his face turns into a flustered tint.

you’ve watched a bit of his interviews and it seemed not only was he shy with the press but he was also very shy in person. it was cute, regardless.

as you’re busy being trapped up in your own thoughts, choso can’t help but peek down toward your legs. you were all exposed and being stretched out by his rival. he sucks his teeth in longing, briefly staring away before feeling himself grow a bit . . aroused. “i feel disrespectful for looking, ‘m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay,” you murmur in coy reassurance, and a hand tugs onto his wrist. choso’s breath hitches at your touch, and you felt his dark eyes flicker back toward you. there’s this look in choso’s eyes, it’s mainly lust-driven. his pupils were blown and his heart raced, you looked so pretty. it’s not like he didn’t exactly not know you. he’d see you every so often when you were ‘training’ with toji. not only that but he’d spot you attending almost every boxing match. always in the front row with a vip lanyard. secretly, you were more of a choso fan but toji didn’t have to know that. “do you wanna touch me too?”

“yes,” he blurts out almost right away and his face flushes a deeper shade. a rumble from toji shakes his shoulders - he’s chuckling, and you feel a big arm wrap around your torso. you bite down on your lip, still feeling yourself sit in a creamy puddle of filth, warm cum still plugged into you. choso starts to pant, watching you slither a hand between your thighs, spreading your soppy pussy lips. “i mean.. oh, that’s..” and he’s barely able to think straight, watching as you toy with yourself whilst still being full of toji’s thickset cock. his head starts to spin before he inches closer, kneeling down after your cute hand gestures to come here. “a- are you sure you want me to—”

“it’s okay, go ahead.” you hum, guiding his wrist.

“choso, she’s not gonna bite ya,” toji snickers, bringing your legs back down. as of now — you were currently straddling him with your back facing his chest. choso rubs his neck once more, growing sheepish yet again. it’s adorable, but again, he’s seen you at his matches and face offs. choso being choso though was far too shy to say anything or thank you for your support. but now, maybe he could thank you in another way. toji crosses his arms, cocking his head as he glances at the scene. “atta boy.”

a scowl forms on the timid boxer as his fingers resume to brush up against your drooling cunt. “s- shut up, toji,” and you let off a moan at his gentle strokes. you continue to lie back against toji - staring at choso, ogles as two plump fingers of his partner’s play up and down against your soddened entrance. choso’s mouth starts to water the more he stares, admiring how full you were—you had a few remnants of toji’s cum oozing from your slit and he swipes it up, bedaubing it against your pussy to make it sheeny again. “f- fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“you can t- touch me more, choso,” you lightly pause his hand by grabbing his wrist. his eyes meet yours and he felt the tent in his boxers tighten. oh, he was already whipped from the sound of your voice. with half lidded smoky eyes, he huffs out a single breath before glancing at your lips. you climb off of toji and a brief pop exits your cunt - dragging choso closer. “are you hard, choso?”

“he’s definitely hard,” toji tchs, averting his jade green eyes toward his partner’s shorts. it was hard to not notice the presentable bulge that’s sticking right in front of his leather everlast brand shorts. “cute.”

“shut up man,” he repeats with a glowering scowl.

with a cute dramatic sigh, choso grumbles something under his breath - trying to pay more attention back toward you. he leans into your touch, closing the gap between your legs until he’s right between you. choso presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone before moaning into your tender skin. he couldn’t help but suck against your shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in your candied flavor.

you were so sweet - bandaged hands roam everywhere on your displayed body before he exhales deeply, staring at you with almost heart shaped pupils. “you . . wanna try full nelson with me too, princess?”

throwing your arms over him, you hum with a subtle nod. “yeah, ‘s okay. i can handle it.”

famous last words,

with choso . . he stretched you all the way out, probably even more than toji.

his cock was just as thick, maybe even more. his fat reddened tip swelters the inside of your sopping pussy so good until you’re whimpering his name on constant loop. it’s like a mantra, you’re so dumb that it’s like his five lettered name was the only thing your brain could comprehend to say.

he’s got you upright in the same exact position before, slinging two beefy arms underneath your thighs as your weight bounces and defies gravity.

“fuck, fuck,” he whines, the addictive squeeze your cunt had never failed to make itself known. he reached any and every area so deep. choso had a delicious curve to his cock that sent you straight butterflies. it expands through your walls, french kissing your insides until you whine. his base was repeatedly getting smacked from your ass, each ‘n every time you jerked up from his lap. “y- you’re so good. so warm, ‘m gonna pass out.”

“aren’t you the boxer though?” you try to tease, but your cheeky voice falters the second his slitted tip kisses against that spot.

your vision was merely blurry, seeing nothing but a kaleidoscope of stars. in almost defeat, your head falls back against his chest and toji watches the entire time, buff arms crossed and an amused cunning expression. seeing you milk his rival was something he didn’t know would turn him on so much.

choso doesn’t reply to your little jest, still pumping such fat inches inside of your gripping walls. he’s already dumb, knocked out cold with a solid punch - not necessarily from an opponent, but your pussy. “hang onto me, ‘kay? this position requires lots of um . . s- stamina.”

as you nod, your entire body dangles and bobs from the movement — parching hot friction gluing against each jolting limb before you spasm.

“chosoooo,” and your thighs collapse, coming to its pleasurable demise. his thrusts were sloppy, the squelches of your own body was so lewd. you heard it through and through, glancing down to see yourself flutter and clench around his cock. “fuck, fuck ‘m gonna get close again.”

“wait,” a gruff voice murmurs and you glance up to see toji standing over you. he cups your chin, a thumb caressing your quivering bottom lip. “such a empty mouth. hm, open for me, pretty. think you could use some throat training too.”

as choso’s still plummeting his cock into your swollen cunt - stretching you out dexterously, you part your lips open.

by your surprise, toji’s lips meets yours and he pulls you into a deep kiss. it’s a bit of a rushing kiss, sloppy and strings of saliva tangling between each mouths. you moan, feeling the weight of your breasts bounce as you’re making haste on the other boxer’s lap. fuck, you were quite literally living the dream. you whimper, feeling his broad hands grab against your tits, using thumbs to push squeeze pressure against your perky nipples. he was always so handsy, allowing his hands to wander everywhere and yanking against the remaining pathetic pieces of fabric that covered your body.

you were still layered . . partially,

his rough scarred hands slide underneath your blouse as he’s continuing to make out with you, curling his parted tongue beside your own before it turns into obscene sucking. your own tongue occasionally scrapes against his scar that located directly near the right side of his mouth - it tickles a bit—however, you whimper once choso’s dick created its own little kisses against your g-spot.

abruptly, toji who was just claiming your mouth a few seconds ago pulls away from the continued kiss to grip underneath your chin again. “ah, say ah,” and he hums at your obedience, staring at your pretty pink tongue rolling out of your mouth flat. “good, ‘m gonna train this throat a little bit for ya, sweets. that alright?”

“o- okay,” and you’re briefly cut off once he springs out his cock again, thwacking his pink pearly tip against your tongue. he lets off a gruff satisfied grunt, feeling himself harden up once you flick your tongue against his slit. you’re slow, making sure to savor his taste. he watches, smacking his lips and his left brow curls.

toji bites his lip, his abs curlings as he watches you try to suck him of fully — he smacks his cock all against your face softly, watching your needy pout before humming. “such a needy cock hungry slut,” and a thumb swipes against your lip, preparing to insert his hardened shaft down your throat. “aw, you want more, do ya?”

you nod before moaning, feeling choso kiss down your neck, yearning for your attention.

“y- you’re doing so good,” choso whines against your ear, clinging onto your jerking body. “ngh, don’t listen to toji. he’s just mean.”

toji rolls his eyes. he’d reply with a sassy remark but he was still feeling the after effects of sensitivity. his muscles were all tense and spasming from you just bouncing on him just a few minutes ago. you’re just grinding onto choso, feeling your hips ridiculously buckle and snap before he smears his cockhead against your lips like it was lipstick. his plump tip goes against your wet lips, only for him to smack it against your clean pink tongue. “mmph.” you lashes flutter, ogling as he buries a few fingers into your scalp for a good grip. toji grunts, briefly tossing his head back in rapture. his scent grows stronger as he gradually starts to sink his way into your mouth.

“t- toji, ‘m gonna cum. i can’t last,” choso babbles, facial expressions scrunching up the more you quicken your tempo on his lap. toji glances at choso who’s melting right underneath you — he’s got you in a secure hold, but it’s lazy.

one of his arms sling around your torso, another holding onto your thigh. “fuck,” he sucks against your neck, feeling the stretch increase. your walls were his own worst enemy, preparing to milk him for all of his worth. everything felt hot, his throat felt dry and he’s starting to shake right underneath you. “gonna cum, gonna c- cum.”

“not yet, ‘cho,” he grunts, watching as you lean in, adjusting your throat to his heavy size. your tongue swirls around the peeling slit and he huffs, a single hand tightening its hold against the roots that stick onto your scalp. “mhm, look at me. don’t worry about him, he’s just a crybaby,” and you can hear choso let off a scoff from behind you. toji’s sensitive cock was still dribbling a bit with a concoction of your previous juices and he groans at the image of you lapping it right up. “c’mon, little deeper. i wanna feel that slutty roof.”

whilst you’re having your mouth and cunt filled entirely—choso’s whining pitches louder and louder. so loud that it reverbs all throughout the thin walls of the empty boxing arena. thankfully, there wasn’t anyone here and it was usually closed on saturdays. he didn’t like be edged, he hated it.

but it felt good,

so fucking good.

especially due to the fact that he was so close to you, hearing your sweet whimpers follow in sync with his.

your voice made his cock twitch and from the inside, you felt it all.

every frantic spasm - you felt it, not to mention the few lightning type veins that run down the upward curve of his cock, you felt that too.

you rocked against him until your knees were at its last. he’s still holding you up but even he was about to tap out. choso had stamina - but he was no match for his rival, toji.

with murky low eyes—toji’s staring dead at you, bobbling your head and merely shoving you down just a little deeper.

you get sloppy, a puddle of drool trickling down the corners of your chin and down the valley of your chest before his tip hits against the roof of your mouth again.

it’s a rough rude hit and his cock gives the very back of your throat its own few jabs. a combo if you will — yet it’s more raunchy instead of sportsmanlike.

“eyes on me baby. yeah, yeah,” toji turns your head a bit, locking onto your sweet gaze. “get it wet, clean it up for me. make me just as much of a mess as you, girl.”

his words were so low - an almost growl. you were too focused on toji that you concisely forgot about the other boxer that’s sat underneath you.

choso came and it was so sudden—he couldn’t hold it anymore.

his grip weakens and he slouched back against the ring, spurts of hot cum pouring into you deep. he’s trembling, feeling a wave crash down on him as he’s succumbing to his high. choso can’t help but try to mimic toji, swatting the palm of his hand softly against your ass. even his spanks were respectful.

the worn out boxer pants, letting off an adorable finish. his vocals were quite loud despite having a deep bellow. “baby oh, fuuuck,” he mewls out, dark brows coming together. choso was about to lose it even more at the feeling your swiveling hips throwing itself around in a circle just because. toji watches the entire thing, how you were teasing his partner whilst having your mouth all stuffed full. as he’s stood tall before you both, his abs clench and you get a face view of it all. perfectly incised along the edges, you saw a few marks and scars coat against his skin and it’s never been more attractive. choso on the other hand found his hands grabbing onto your tits, gently brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipples before nuzzling into your neck. he was definitely pussy drunk — you could hear it. “babyyy,” a soft voice whines pussy drunkly against the lobe of your ear, and you depart your lips away from toji’s cock. he groans, viewing you lie back before you start to twitch out a bit yourself.

not only was choso close but so were you. as your legs were all stuck up in the air in its ideal position, you dramatically gasp once you feel it.

there’s a tugging pile of pressure that presses down on your tummy. your jaw drops—dangles and everything as you’re being pushed further toward the edge. your arousal steadily builds up until it finally comes.

just seconds apart from choso, you pant - a brief pang of electric shock ascending down right through you. you were speechless for a moment.

there’s nothing but a white noise blaring through each of your ears. it feels like an unpredictable wave, a powerful wave that ripples right through your entire body. it took you a long time to realize you were finishing - not only finishing but you were squirting.

“ohmygodddd,” you whimper out, feeling your legs vigorously shake. you gush out right onto the mat. feeling yourself grow hot — you’re even hotter because of choso’s body underneath you.

effortlessly, bodies stick against each other, snuggling in filthy warmth. as you’re leisurely coming to a halting stop of your rhythmic hips, choso’s cock remained tuck inside of you and you catch your breath, head cutely flopping back against his bare chest.

“did . . did you just squirt on me?” choso whimpers, a tremor in his voice.

his voice, it grew a bit raspier. although, you could still hear the softness lingering underneath it.

toji leans in toward you both, spreading your legs open just a bit more - he strums a calloused thumb down your opening, peering as you’re still fluttering out of arousal and was still sopping wet all the way from your needy clit.

“she fuckin’ did,” he coos, and he leans down, getting right on his knees.

you watch with low hooded eyes, still feeling surges of nirvana and euphoria overtake your body. toji purrs in contentment, wide open palms slapping against the foamy ring mat before sticking out his lengthy rosy tongue. you’re catching irregular heavy breaths right along with choso, full lungs preparing to collapse and give out before you pulse.

the moment toji drags his long tongue over the dampened spot of where you just made a mess—you felt yourself throb yet again.

so nasty, he had no shame at all. choso watched too, and he felt the exact same way as you did.

“what a mess,” and with another throaty chuckle leaving his lips, he cleans the mat off entirely before going between your legs. you moan, his palm gifting your cunt with a single abrupt spank. you’re so drenched that a few spurts of your slick coat onto his hand. toji stares at it, scoffing. “pussy tryin’ to talk back i see,” and he rubs his hand in a circular rotation against your cunt, maneuvering all kinds of shapes with his palm. you whimper, grabbing onto choso’s wrist. in awe, toji watches as dumps of cum ooze out of your opening and he even licks that up too, sticky black hair all unkempt and gluing against his forehead. the thin black bangs that run down his brows gives him a more alluring look and he hums, darkened eyes meeting his partner’s. “choso. don’t be a zombie. c’meree.”

you were definitely fucked—

being laid out, defeated and just stupidly stupid.

your legs sprawl outward as they’re both right between them. taking turns, flicking tongues of each against your swollen cunt. they took fighting over you to an entire new level. as they were drinking you dry — you couldn’t help but imagine the lewd thought of taking them both at the same time. you’d probably get crushed, you could barely even handle one as is, but two? that’d be an actual knockout for real.

as you’re still in a trancing daze, you watch both of the boxers with wide rounded eyes, grabbing both of them by the hair. there’s choso who’s really sweet and gentle, giving your pussy soft kitten kisses, softly brushing a thumb down your slit.

and then there’s toji . .

the clit biter - opposite of choso being the clit kisser, he doesn’t care.

with ravened brows furrowing up, he’s so rude to your pussy. every few seconds, he’d tenderly nibble against your pulsating nub, knowing that you’re sensitive there. with a smug grin, he shifts his eyes at you to stare at you dead in the face whilst he’s right between your legs. he’s messy too, moving his head from side to side, his scar swipes against your cunt every now and then.

not only was he messy but he was a hogger. he slurps you clean, luxuriating the tasteless flavor on his tongue before he hears choso cutely huff out in frustration.

“toji, you’re hogging her. ‘s no fair,” he grunts, dark eyes catching a glimpse at him from his hazy peripherals.

“cry ‘bout it,” and he spits on your cunt, hooked bump of his nose rubbing all against your slit.

already - toji’s chin was drenched, and so was choso’s. they both match with a slick of your sheeny arousal dripping down their perfectly chiseled chins. about a good hour had probably passed — then again, you were too dumb to acknowledge the time. all you knew was that you were soaked. you whimper, being nothing but a stiff shivering mess as they devoured you whole.

the numbness in your legs had your back rising up in ecstasy. you wanted more. sloshing slick tongues thrash and glissade against each other before they eventually . . tangle.

toji groans, accidentally meeting with choso’s lips and its brief. his eyelashes open and he has a sly smile at his rival. you watch the entire thing, the timid boxer versus the smug one. toji’s hand still remains on your folds and he’s multitasking, seductively licking choso’s bottom lip - still locking his gaze on him. he’s starting to taking his attention off of you. “hm, don’t tell me you wanted attention from me ‘n not her this entire time, ‘cho.”

a lump gets caught in his throat. choso grows flustered, hearing his own pulse shoot out through his ears as his lips made contact against his rival. “i—”

he’s hard, flaccid still, but definitely hard. there was a loud silence once a smack noise leaves there lips the second they each depart. choso’s got a pout, a longing pout before he tries to act tough.

“shut up, toji.” he grouses, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“how ‘bout ya make me,” and you’re just sat there dumbfounded with your legs still sprawled as if you weren’t just being fought over - invisible questions marks pop up everywhere over your head. what about you? what about you. with quick reflexes, he pins choso flat down on his back before snickering, having the most lewd back arch imaginable.

“our re-match is tonight after all, pretty boy.”