#gymdaddy

the gym bag slammed against the door the second toji kicked it shut. he was drenched, black tank plastered to every ridge of muscle, sweat rolling down the sharp cut of his abs and soaking into the waistband of his shorts. his chest heaved.

you were already exactly where he liked you: flat on your back in the middle of his bed, wearing nothing but one of his huge hoodies that barely covered the soft underside of your ass. legs kicked up lazily, thick thighs spread just enough to tease him, your soft belly and heavy tits spilling out the bottom like they were made to be stared at.

“damn, baby,” you laughed, popping another grape between your lips. “two and a half hours again? you’re gonna be like.. huge.. whats the obsession? trying to get even more jacked so all the sorority girls cream their panties when you walk by?”

toji’s eyes flicked to you, dark and hungry. he didn’t answer at first—just ripped the tank top off in one motion, muscles flexing hard, and crawled onto the bed like a predator. he dropped his full weight between your open thighs, pinning you without squashing, forearms braced beside your head.

“nah.” he growled, voice low and rough from breathing heavy all night. “fuck those girls.”

his big hands shoved the hoodie up to your tits in one rough push, exposing every soft inch of you. he grabbed two thick handfuls of your hips, squeezing the plush give until his fingers sank deep.

“t—then what for?” you breathed, already getting wet just from the way he was looking at you.

he leaned down, mouth hot against your ear. “for this, ma. for you. your a fuckin’ pillow princess and i’m addicted to it. i love that you just lay there all soft and lazy and let me wreck you. love how your fat thighs tremble when i hold them open. love how heavy and warm and perfect your body feels when i’m balls deep and you’re not moving a goddamn inch.”

you shivered. he grinned, sharp and filthy.

“but last time? when i had you folded in half for forty straight minutes, cock buried so deep you were crying, and my arms started fuckin’ shaking? yeah. that shit won’t happen again.”

his hand slid down, two thick fingers dragging through your already slick folds, spreading your pussy open without warning.

“so i lift. every single day. deadlifts for grip strength so i can hold these thick thighs exactly where i want them. squats so my legs don’t give out when i’m fuckin’ you against the wall for an hour. core worl so i can keep pounding this pretty pussy until you’re squirting and still have enough left to carry your perfect ass to the shower after.”

he pushed both fingers inside you in one slow, wet thrust—curling hard against your g-spot while his thumb rubbed tight circles over your swollen clit.

“fuuck—toji!—”

“yeah? feel that?” he pumped faster, obscene wet sounds filling the room as your pussy clenched and drooled around his knuckles. “these arms don’t shake anymore, baby. i can hold you open like this all night. can pin you down and fuck you stupid without tapping out. that’s why i live in the gym. so I can ruin my soft little pillow princess exactly how she deserves.”

you were already panting, hips twitching uselessly because he had you locked down. he added a third finger, stretching you wide, scissoring deep while his mouth latched onto one of your tits—sucking hard, teeth grazing your nipple until you moaned loud.

“look at ya,” he rasped, pulling off with a wet pop. “just layin’ here taking it. titties bouncing, belly jiggling every time i fuck you with my finger. damn, i love how fuckin’ wet you get. this pussy’s dripping down my wrist already and i haven’t even put my cock in yet.”

he yanked his fingers out, shoved his shorts down, and his cock sprang free—heavy, thick, flushed dark and already leaking. he stroked himself once, smearing precum, then hooked your legs over his elbows and folded you in half like you weighed nothing.

“watch,” he ordered.

one brutal thrust and he buried every inch inside you—bottoming out so deep your breath punched out of your lungs. your pussy stretched obscenely around his girth, lips puffy and glistening.

“fuuuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “still so tight even after all the times i’ve wrecked you. feel how easy it is now? no shaking. no burning arms. i can fuck my pretty girl like this for hours, lazy and deep and nasty.”

he started moving—long, hard strokes that slapped wetly against your ass, balls smacking your skin with every thrust. the bed creaked. Your tits bounced heavy. your soft belly jiggled with every impact and he couldn’t stop staring, eyes feral.

“touch yourself,” he growled. “play with that swollen clit while i pound this pussy. i wanna feel you creaam all over my cock.”

your fingers found your clit instantly, rubbing messy circles while he fucks you stupid, he shifted his grip—hands sliding under your ass, lifting your entire lower half off the bed so he was basically fucking you mid-air, using nothing but raw strength.

“see that?” he panted, sweat dripping onto your chest. “deadlifts paying off. i could hold you like this and fuck you till you pass out. no mercy, baby.. just this fat cock splitting you open while you lay there and take it like my perfect pillow princess.”

you were sobbing now—pleasure so intense your vision blurred. he slammed in harder, angling to hit that spot over and over, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing.

“come on, baby. squirt for me. soak my fucking cock. i trained for this—let me feel it.”

your orgasm hit like a freight train. your whole body locked up, pussy clamping down so hard he groaned like he was dying. you squirted hard—hot, messy pulses soaking his stomach and dripping down his balls while you screamed his name.

he didn’t stop. just fucked you through it, meaner, until he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan—his cum flooding you so deep you felt it in your belly.

only then did he ease your legs down, still buried inside you, and collapse half on top of your soft body. his arms, those stupidly strong, gym sculpted arms, wrapped around you like steel.

“see?” he murmured against your neck, voice wrecked. “worth every fuckin’ rep.”

you could barely speak, still twitching around his softening cock. “you… absolute gym-rat freak.”

he laughed low, kissed your sweaty temple, and squeezed your hip possessively.

“only for my pillow princess. now stay right there. i’m nowhere near done using all this new strength on you tonight.”

a/n - bye im obsessed with toji and chubby reader now omg, i was gonna do sukuna on this but WHY NOT TOJI??