"Yall In There Fuckin?"

"Yall in there fuckin?"

Warning: smut - simple as that

He shut the bathroom door quickly. His back to it as he panted. The tent in his pants raised higher. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Just a minute ago, he was playing the game of Life with all of his friends. You sat next to him on your knees on the ground laughing and touching his thigh so innocently. He was so flustered and he hoped no one noticed. He knew each touch was innocent but he couldn't help but to think so naughty. He imagined you making lewd noises as he pushed his fingers into your wet cunt. He had never touched it before but he could only imagine how good you felt. He began to reach for the tent in his pants. He slowly unzipped his zipper, pulled down his pants, and touched his large cock which dripped with precum. He hissed at the feeling of just touching it. How could you make him this hard? He wished you knew how you make him feel. He began to stroke it as he bit his lip, hoping no one realized how long he was gone.

His mind drifted to your body and how your skin was so soft. He loved your smile, he could imagine himself rubbing his cock across those beautiful lips. He pumped a little faster thinking of your face covered in his cum. Little moans of your name slipped out. If you only knew what he was doing to the thought of you. You and him had been friends for years. Always flirting when the group hung out together. He loved how your soft hands brushed his arm as you blushed at something he had said. Everyone would joke and try to set y'all up on dates. You both were too shy to actually go through with it. His mind flooded with thoughts of you. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the knot in his stomach approach. Then there was a knock on the door. "Hey, are you okay?" He froze. It was you. Your angelic voice made him get harder. The feeling of reaching his climax was pushed back as he mustered up the words to respond. "Mhm." was all he could manage to get out. "Are you sure? I can come in if you like." You offered. Your voice was so enticing to him. 'Fuck it', he thought as he cracked the door letting you slip inside. You slip through the small opening and shut the door behind you. You turned around and stopped when you looked at the sight of him holding his cock in his hands. Your face heated up as you looked away and bit your lip. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock. You gasped once you made contact with it. This action causes your body to get closer. The heat radiates from both of you. He used his other hand to grab your face and kiss you. You tensed but then melted into his touch. Your hand wrapped around his extremely hard cock, lips never leaving each other. He jumped at the motion. You started to pump your hand as he moaned against your lips. Your lips broke free as you stared him in the eyes as you continued to stroke him. "Fuck." was all he could get out. You smiled innocently. From just looking at your face and that smile, he wouldn't have thought you would do something so inappropriate. You slipped down his body, positioning yourself on the ground. You were face to face with his cock. You never stopped stroking it. He was ready to cum at just the sight of you but this sight made him want to explode. You kissed the tip and he sighed. You looked him in the eyes as you took him into your mouth. He moaned louder than he should have. He felt like he was in Heaven. You bobbed your head as he gripped your hair with his hands. You were taking him so well and he was so close to cumming that he began to thrust into your mouth quickly which cause you to moan, fingers playing with the heat between your legs. His thrusts became sloppy and his grip on your head loosened. You felt him twitch in your mouth. You stuck your tongue out to catch all of his cum. He groaned loudly and you smiled, tongue catching every drop of his juices. You started to close your mouth but he stuck his cock back into it to cover it in cum. He began to smear it all over your lips, shuttering at such a lewd image.

"Yall in there fucking?" A voice came outside of the door. You quickly swallowed and wiped your mouth. He got himself together quickly. "No." He said, trying to speak in his normal voice. His legs were so weak and he just looked at you. You had a smile on your face as you looked back at him. You kissed him really quickly and then opened the door to walk out like nothing happened. Your friend stood by the door with a smirk on her face. You walked past her and winked. He followed behind you both, back into the living room and tried to continue playing the games. Both of your minds were clouded with the thought of each other. You smirked at him and put your next playing card on the table.

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Feel free to repost tho

Not edited/ proofread much

Just a little something slight lmfaooo but imagine Gojo, Geto, or Levi thinking of you in such as nasty way

Your Only Girl Pt 3

Read Pt 1 & 2 -

Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112602364936193/your-only-girl-pt-1?source=share

Part 2-

https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112922346323968/your-only-girl-pt-2?source=share

Something similar has happened before but never this bad. He couldn't imagine himself losing you just because he was being an asshole to make you jealous. Usually, you would tell him off there and that turned him on but this time, you didn't. He was nervous. You begin to walk down the hallway. As you bend down you put your shoes on, Gojo takes your suitcase and begins to walk back to the bedroom. "Give me my shit!" You yell following him down the hallway. He's too strong and you do your best to tug it. Yall enter the bedroom and he sets it down and quickly shuts and locks the door. You stand there with the most anger you have ever felt. "You are making me hate you." You spit coldly. "Keep the shit." You say as you try to walk to leave out the door. Once you reach it, Gojo hovers over you and pushes you back, causing you to stumble on the bed. You are lost for words but you are pissed. You begin to push on his chest to get him up. He grabs your hands and pins them to the bed. He's face to face with you know, looking into your eyes. You can see the pain in his eyes and he can see the pain in yours. "Baby. You aren't leaving. We aren't breaking up. I was stupid but I only wanted to make you jealous because you look so hot angry. You look hot now too but this isn't how I wanted it to go. I won't do this again. I didn't understand it was this bad. I'm sorry." He says, eyes filling with tears but refusing to cry.

Something similar has happened before but never this bad. He couldn't imagine himself losing you just because he was being an asshole to make you jealous. Usually, you would tell him off there and that turned him on but this time, you didn't. He was nervous. You begin to walk down the hallway. As you bend down you put your shoes on, Gojo takes your suitcase and begins to walk back to the bedroom. "Give me my shit!" You yell following him down the hallway. He's too strong and you do your best to tug it. Yall enter the bedroom and he sets it down and quickly shuts and locks the door. You stand there with the most anger you have ever felt. "You are making me hate you." You spit coldly. "Keep the shit." You say as you try to walk to leave out the door. Once you reach it, Gojo hovers over you and pushes you back, causing you to stumble on the bed. You are lost for words but you are pissed. You begin to push on his chest to get him up. He grabs your hands and pins them to the bed. He's face to face with you know, looking into your eyes. You can see the pain in his eyes and he can see the pain in yours. "Baby. You aren't leaving. We aren't breaking up. I was stupid but I only wanted to make you jealous because you look so hot angry. You look hot now too but this isn't how I wanted it to go. I won't do this again. I didn't understand it was this bad. I'm sorry." He says, eyes filling with tears but refusing to cry. Tears storm down your face. "I can't do this anymore." You say softly, your eyes now looking away from his. He leans into your ear, "Let me show you how sorry I am baby. I promise this is the last time this will happen." Him speaking so softly in your ear made you weak and you mentally cursed yourself for being so easy. He begins to kiss your ear, down your neck slowly. You fight to hold in the moan, arms still above your head and shift a little. He places both knees on each side of your legs. He slowly makes his way to your lips. He looks at you and then kisses you slowly. You don't kiss back at first. He pulls away and looks at you, "Y/N, please" he says almost begging. He then leans back in to kiss you. This time you kiss back. The kiss is slow but passionate. He lets go of one of your hands and places it around your neck. You moan at the feeling. He speaks in between the kisses. "I love you and I can't lose you," he says. The slow kisses turn out into a passionate and fiery make-out session. He lets go of your other arms and you wrap your arms around his neck. He leaves your lips and kisses down your chest. Your purple satin dress clinging to your petite body. He looks you in the eyes as he removes the straps. He kisses on your collar bone and you moan again. You slam your legs shut and without moving his lips, he takes his left knee and places it between your legs. You take in a sharp breath. He comes back up and his hands explore your body. You reach up and undo his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves his hands so you can take it off of him.

You don't have to run

Just dropping some heart-warming shit

Warnings: Smut

All characters aged up ofc

The stillness in your apartment was almost palpable, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows barely cutting through the quiet. Jo Togame, the untouchable, second-in-command gang leader, sat just a few feet away from you—close enough to reach out, but distant in a way that always kept you guessing. You watched him stretch out on the couch, the soft light from your lamp casting shadows across his face. Jo’s usual sharpness had dulled, replaced by a kind of vulnerability that you had never seen in him before. It felt like a fragile moment—something rare and fleeting, like trying to hold onto smoke. You stood up, needing a moment to gather yourself. The air between you both was charged, heavy with unspoken things. Jo glanced up, watching as you moved toward the kitchen, but he didn’t say anything.

“Everything okay?” you asked, leaning against the counter. The words came out quieter than you expected. Jo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted, sitting up a little, eyes fixed on yours. “You ever wonder what it’s like to stop running from the truth? Running from your feelings?” he asked, the question hitting harder than anything before. You weren’t sure how to respond. Jo was always on the move—whether out with Choji or involved in gang activities. But now, here, in the quiet of your apartment, he seemed almost... tired. Tired of the chase, tired of the hype, tired of carrying the weight of being second, and tired of keeping his distance to avoid seeming vulnerable. “I think about it sometimes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. You took a step closer, feeling the pull between you grow stronger with every passing second.

Jo’s eyes flickered with something soft and searching. “I’ve never been good at stopping. It’s easier to keep going and pretend that everything we do is right.” There was a weight to his words, something that spoke of long nights and endless roads, of pushing people away before getting too close. But here, now, Jo wasn’t pushing you away. If anything, he seemed to be pulling you closer. You moved toward him, sitting down beside him on the couch. The space between you felt charged, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the warmth of Jo’s body next to yours, the subtle rise and fall of his breath. Jo looked at you, and for the first time, you saw something raw and real in his eyes—a need, a desire, something unspoken but undeniable.

“You don’t have to run here,” you said softly, your voice trembling just slightly. Your hand hovered near his, unsure but wanting to bridge that final distance. Jo’s gaze dropped to your hand, and for a moment, he seemed to consider something. Then, slowly, almost cautiously, he reached out and placed his hand over yours. The contact sent a spark through you, the warmth of his touch igniting something deep within. For a second, the world seemed to stop. It was just you and Jo, the air between you electric with tension. You leaned in, closing the distance, your breath mingling with his. Jo didn’t pull away. Instead, he met your gaze with an intensity that made your pulse race, his green eyes dark and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation, and you could feel the shift—the closeness, the quiet invitation, the shared understanding that something was about to happen. Jo’s lips parted slightly, and you felt the pull between you grow impossibly stronger. You closed the final gap, your lips brushing against his, soft and tentative at first. But as Jo responded, the kiss deepened, becoming something fierce, something hungry.

His hand slid up your arm, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat building between you both, the tension that had been simmering for so long finally breaking. You pressed closer, the softness of his lips contrasting with the intensity of the moment. Jo’s other hand found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver. You responded in kind, your own hands moving to pull him closer, to feel the heat of his body against yours. Every movement felt like a release, like something long overdue finally falling into place. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Jo’s grip tightened around your waist, pulling you firmly against him as his lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and a quiet moan escaped your lips, the sound igniting something deeper within him. His hands wandered lower, sliding over your hips and squeezing gently, fingers pressing into you with a sense of urgency. For a moment, Jo pulled back, eyes locking onto yours, searching for approval in the silence that hung between you. You gave a slow, deliberate nod, your heart racing with anticipation. With a smirk that was both playful and intense, Jo pushed you gently toward the bed. You lay back, breath shallow, as Jo hovered above you, the tension thick in the air—electric and undeniable.

His lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was more urgent, more heated. Your arms wrapped around Jo’s neck, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened, becoming something more—a raw, unspoken need passing between you. Your heart pounded as you whispered against his lips, “I want you.” Jo exhaled sharply at your words, his breath warm against your skin. With deliberate movements, he helped you pull off your shirt, tossing it aside before quickly shedding his own. You could feel the heat of his bare skin against yours as he kissed down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Jo’s mouth reached your chest, lingering there as your breath quickened, his kisses moving slowly down your stomach. Each touch sent waves of anticipation through you, building with every inch he descended. You moaned softly, the sound of his name slipping from your lips as you watched him, your face flushing with the closeness of it all.

Jo’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, everything paused—the world shrinking down to just the two of you, bathed in the intimacy of the moment. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he kissed the top of your sweatpants, fingers hooking beneath the fabric. With deliberate care, Jo pulled them down, your underwear following suit. You lifted your hips to help him, feeling the cool air against your skin as you lay vulnerable beneath him.

Jo’s lips brushed against your inner thighs, teasing, drawing out the tension between you. You squirmed beneath his touch, the anticipation nearly overwhelming. "Patience, baby girl," Jo whispered, his voice low and teasing. “I’m just getting started.” You nodded, biting your lip to stifle the words on the tip of your tongue. But before you could say anything, Jo kissed you again, his lips finding yours with a sudden intensity that stole your breath. You moaned against his mouth, fingers threading through his hair as he kissed you deeper, the world around you fading into the background.

Jo’s lips began to move lower again, tracing a path down your body that made your pulse race. You couldn’t help but arch against him, the heat between you building with every touch, every glance, every whisper of his name. A low, primal groan escaped Jo’s lips as he continued, the sound vibrating through you and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His lips and tongue moved with precision, tasting every inch of you with a hunger that seemed endless. As you gasped, feeling the intensity of his movements, Jo's hand slowly trailed down your thigh before his fingers found your center.

With deliberate care, Jo slipped his middle finger inside you, eyes flicking up to meet yours, watching closely for your reaction. Your breath hitched, and you could see the intensity in Jo’s gaze, studying the way your body responded to his touch. When you nodded, a soft, breathless approval, Jo didn’t hesitate—adding his ring finger, the stretch sending a new surge of heat through you.

He began moving his fingers slowly, curling them just right as he pumped in a steady, deliberate rhythm. The pressure built with every thrust, each movement in sync with the rhythm of his mouth on you. Jo’s lips never left your skin, continuing to devour you with an intensity that had you arching your back, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

The dual sensation of his fingers inside you and his tongue against you was overwhelming. Your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as Jo increased the pace, fingers plunging deeper, expertly finding the spots that made you cry out, your body trembling under his touch. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening as the familiar wave of pleasure built deep inside you, ready to crash. But just as you were about to reach that peak, Jo suddenly pulled away, leaving you trembling and breathless, your release snatched from you. A desperate whine escaped your lips, “Whyyy?” The frustration in your voice was undeniable, your body aching for the high you were so close to.

Jo smirked down at you, his eyes dark with intensity. "Because," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you can only cum on my cock." The raw edge of his words sent a fresh surge of heat through you, leaving you helpless under his gaze. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, heated kiss, his tongue teasing yours as his hands roamed your body with possessive tenderness. “I’m going to make love to you,” Jo whispered against your lips, their words a soft promise that made your heart race. You watched as they quickly discarded their bottoms, the fabric falling away to reveal their heavy, aching length. The sight alone made your breath hitch in anticipation, the hunger between you palpable. Jo shifted, positioning himself between your legs, the weight of his body pressing down against you. With one hand, he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, teasing you with the slow, deliberate glide of his shaft along your slick folds. The friction was maddening, the wetness of your arousal clinging to him, heightening every sensation. He rubbed himself against you, sliding his length up and down, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. You squirmed beneath him, your hips instinctively arching toward him, craving more. Jo’s gaze never left yours, his eyes filled with desire and something deeper, more intimate. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation as he continued to tease, his cock pressing against you but not yet entering, making you ache for him.

Jo slowly eased himself into you, his breath catching as he tried to maintain control, his eyes squeezing shut to fight off the overwhelming urge to finish too soon. The sensation of being inside you was almost too much, the heat and tightness making him groan low in his throat. You could feel the tension in his body, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside. The movement caused him to slide further in, and Jo’s head dropped forward, his lips brushing your neck as he gasped, “Oh, fuck…” The curse slipped from him, heavy with the weight of his restraint, as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch.

Your moans filled the space between you, soft and breathless, your lips grazing his ear as you clung to him, bodies perfectly in sync. His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you beneath him as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a slow, heated kiss, the connection between you electrifying. Finally, Jo bottomed out, his length buried fully inside you, and both of you let out a shared sigh of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming. The moment lingered, the intensity of being completely connected, your bodies entwined, creating a closeness that felt almost sacred. Jo began to move slowly, his rhythm deliberate and controlled as he settled into a steady pace. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his breath hot and erratic against your skin. As he increased his pace, his whispers turned into a low murmur of desire, his words a mix of dirty promises and fervent encouragement. “Oh, baby... I-I’m gonna…” he breathed heavily, his voice trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. The intensity of his touch, coupled with the speed of his thrusts, was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself shatter, your body responding uncontrollably as you came with a cry, the pleasure overwhelming. The clenching of your walls around him pushed Jo closer to his own release, the tightness driving him wild.

“Shit, I-I’ve got to pull out…” Jo moaned, his voice strained, yet filled with admiration. “Mmm, so good... you’re doing so well, baby,” he panted, his movements becoming more erratic as he fought to hold back. Your body was a whirlwind of sensations, and the only sounds you could make were incoherent gasps and moans. As Jo started to pull back, the loss of contact made you desperate. You gripped your legs tighter around him, your voice trembling as you managed to say, “Inside…” The plea pushed Jo over the edge, and he groaned loudly, his thrusts growing frantic and desperate. He sealed his lips against yours in a frantic kiss, and as you tightened around him once more, he could no longer hold back. He released into you with a shudder, ropes of warmth spilling inside, the intensity of his climax palpable.

Jo buried his face in your neck again, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and tenderness. You responded by trailing kisses along his neck, moving up to his jaw, savoring the closeness and the shared moment of intimacy. "I love you," he whispered into your ear, and you responded back, heart swelling.

**I actually put effort into this**

Hate f*cking is def on my list just bc of this lmfaoo

ENEMIES & FUCK BUDDIES! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...you and toji are both rival assassins who absolutely despise each other, but for some reason can't keep your hands off of one another when you're alone

INFO...toji x assassin fem!reader, hate sex, angry sex, name calling (bitch, asshole, slut), pet names (sweetheart, baby), guns mentioned, fight scenes, knife mentioned, blood mentioned, hair pulling, choking, slapping, spanking, doggy, riding, sweet ending, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

"Fuck...you," you manage to grunt out as Toji is plowing your pussy, the sheer force of his hips sending you forward. You hold onto your bedsheets as support, toes curling when the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

"You're doing that right now, sweetheart," he replies with a snarky tone, landing a harsh smack across your plump ass, watching the way it ripples from the impact. "You're such a fucking bitch." His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your face down into the mattress as he somehow thrusts into your faster, his pace unrelenting.

You and Toji were rival assassins, always seeming to run into each other when you were both assigned to take out the same target. Of course the morey was on the line, and to get a one up on the other. He'd kill your target and sometimes you'd kill his. It was an ongoing feud between the two of you that never seemed to end. Some of the time it ended in you fighting each other, punches thrown, bullets fired, blood spills on the floor. All that was no use, though considering your target escaped. He'd blame you and you'd blame him.

He's costs you some good paying jobs, ruining your rank. You hated his guts just like he hated yours. But one thing you couldn't deny was how attracted you both were to each other. His eyes scanning over your body while yours stared at his plump limps. The tension was there, both of you were completely aware of that. So thick you could cut it with a knife. It was no surprise when after your very first fight with each other, you guys ended up ripping each others clothes off. As for the target? They escaped. And it went that way every single time no matter if the mission was completed or failed. His lips were on yours every time, fucking you with pure hate.

Though, this mission was different. Toji was assigned to kill you. You already had a hunch, you were one of the best trained assassins. As soon as he came knocking on your door, you knew he wasn't here to have conversation over cup of coffee because he fired shots right through your door before breaking it down. "You still alive, baby?" He laughed, wood creaking under his heavy boots.

"Unfortunately for you, yes." You fired shots right back at him, before running towards him to throw a punch. Your house was left a mess after the fight, a small cut on your cheek as you tried to catch your breath.

"Wanna call it a truce, sweetheart? I'm outta ammo," he chuckled, tossing his gun into the middle of the floor.

"You're a really bad liar, Toji!" You called out from behind the wall, looking at how much ammo you had left. One bullet. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, looking at the bullet holes that littered your wall and the array of useless guns on the floor. Shattered glass from your expensive vases at your feet.

"Awe, come on! You don't trust me?" You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You literally came here to kill me." You slowly stood up against the wall, peeking out from behind it to see if you could spot where Toji was hiding. You raised your gun, carefully stepping over the glass.

"And? Isn't that our job?" You followed his voice towards the kitchen, playing defensive as you stayed alert of your surroundings.

"It is, baby," you smiled. "Which is why I'm gonna kill you first." You quickly turned the corner to the kitchen, finger on the trigger ready to shoot. Toji wasn't there.

"You put a lot of faith in yourself. I like that," he whispered from behind you. You quickly turned around and pulled the trigger, but he grabbed your wrist to divert your arm, the bullet scraping his arm. "You really just tried to shoot me!" He said in disbelief. He knocked the gun out of your hand, swiftly pinning your arms behind your back and holding a knife to your throat.

"Do it," you demanded. You felt the sharpness of the blade press into your skin, anticipating for the moment he sliced your neck open, but he pulled the blade away, pushing you away from him. Immediately, you turned around and looked at him with furrowed brows. "What are you doing?"

He just stared at you, blood staining his busted lip as he held the knife in his hand. "I can't fucking stand you." He threw the knife down, taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for a rough kiss, tongues moving so messily against each other.

"You're a pussy," you laughed at him for not being able to kill you while simultaneously pulling his shirt off.

"Shut the fuck up already," he growled.

Now, here you were, face mushed into the mattress, his dick reaching deep inside of you. Your eyes clenched shut, teeth clenched as he sweet spot over and over again. Though, you wouldn't let him get the satisfaction of knowing that. "Fuck me right or don't do it at all!" You taunted.

You heard a chuckle leave his lips, his grip on your hair tightening before trailing down to the back of your neck, gripping onto it as he lifted your body, your back now pressed against his sweaty chest. "Repeat that for me?" He snaked his hand around your throat, squeezing it.

"I said fuck me right or don't do it all," you spoke with full confidence. In a split second, he threw you back down on the bed, flipping you over onto your back like a rag doll as he pushed your legs apart, his thick cock slamming into your dripping hole. "Fuck!" You cried out.

"Is that good enough for you, slut?" He trapped your legs against your chest, his shaft dragging against your velvety walls. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, his hand wrapped tightly around your delicate throat. "I fucking hate you," he pummeled your pussy.

"I fucking hate you too," you snarled, the palm of your hand making contact with his cheek. Toji was shocked for a second before a grin began forming at the corner of his lips, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you. He returned the slap, a small whimper leaving your lips. "S-shit...mmmm." You bite down on your bottom lip.

"You hate me but this pussy says otherwise. I think she loves me." His snarky comment makes your eyes narrow, but you can't say that he isn't right. Your cunt squeezes around him, sucking him back in as he threatens to pull out each time. "Ohhh fuck, goddamn you feel so good," he grunted.

You place your hands on Toji's chest, using your strength to push him off of you and put him on his back, straddling him before you sink down onto his cock, aggressively and eagerly slamming your hips onto his. "You don't get to have all the fun, asshole." This time, your hand wraps around his throat, choking him. He can't help but stare up at you with mixture of lust and hate, watching the way your hips fluidly move as you ride him. Your eyes flutter shut as the bliss takes over you, pleasure coursing through your veins as you grow closer nd closer to your orgasm. "Ah, fuck!" You moan.

"Ride me like you mean it. I know you could do better than that." His large hand swats your ass as your pussy glides up and down his cock, a creamy ring forming at the base as it drips down his balls and makes a sticky mess between your thighs.

"Shut...shut the hell up!" Your brows furrow in pleasure, your body heating up as bring yourself closer and closer, teetering on the edge. "Yes! Yes!" Your entire body shudders, broken moans leaving your lips as you ride out your orgasm.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Toji's heavily breaths, his abs tensing up as he feels your cunt pulsating around him. Without warning he cums inside of you, rutting his hips against yours, ropes cum shooting deep inside of you. "Shit! Oh, shit!" He holds onto your waist tightly, eyes rolling back as he buries himself in your pussy.

"You came inside of me?!" You slap his chest.

"Not a big deal, get you a plan b tomorrow." He tries to catch his breath, a small smirk on his face.

"Whatever." You roll your eyes. You let out a small gasp when he pulls you down to his chest, hugging you. "What are you doing?" You asked, slightly confused.

"Just shut up and let me do what I need to do." He sighs. There's a moment of silence between you two as your two sweaty bodies press against each other.

"I had a clear shot on you in the hallway when you first came in," you blurt out, slowly moving your head up to look at him.

His eyes meet yours. "I had a clear shot on you in the living room."

"Why didn't you kill me?" It was a genuine question. The Toji Fushiguro was known to complete his missions—obviously that was before he met you.

"I could ask you the same." His thumb gently graces over the small cut on your cheek.

"Maybe...I like having you around." You admit, tracing circles on his skin.

"Yeah? Well, I've got a soft spot for you too." He has a small smile on his face as he stares at you with half lidded eyes.

"What about your mission?" Your voice is riddled with concern. Knowing how things work with an agency, they'll be after him just like they'll be after you. Both of you being hunted down for money, a large red target on your heads.

"Fuck the mission," he scoffed.

A small laugh erupts from your chest, "you kinda already did."

"Okay, smart ass," he rolls his eyes with a laugh.

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Your Only Girl Pt 2

**Not proof read but all my stuff is copyrighted** Warnings- Smut Roughness

link to part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112602364936193/your-only-girl-pt-1?source=share

You finally reach the car, and your best friend is already in with the car started. She knew how you were when you get angry and her first thought was to get you off the premises. As soon as you place your hand on the door, Gojo appears right behind you and stops you from opening the door. "Fucking move!" You yell, trying your best to pull the door. You make eye contact with your best friend and she leans across the seat to open the door. Gojo pushes onto it causing it to slam shut. "So you were just gonna leave without saying anything?" He said with a smirk on his face. He knew you were pissed and his finding it amusing only pissed you off more. "Move!" you yell, he pushes you slightly to the car, your back now on it and your face looking into his chest. He motions for your best friend to roll down the window. "I'm taking her home." He says. Without letting your best friend speak, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You hit and kick to get out of his grip but it seems to get tighter. Yall get to the car and he unlocks it with one hand while keeping one hand wrapped around you. He slowly and gently places you in the car and buckles your seat belt. You cuss under your breath, "Fuck you." He pretends not to hear you. He shuts the car door and walks to his side. He hops in and starts the car up. You can feel his eyes burning into you but you keep your face towards the window and arms crossed. The car ride was extremely silent. The only sounds were the ones of the car and the environment outside. You get to your apartment and you quickly unbuckle your seat belt and storm to get inside. "Y/N!" Gojo yells as you storm into the apartment. He follows behind you. You ignore him. He looks up with a mischievous smirk. "Baby, you aren't really mad are you?" You continue to ignore him and storm into your shared bedroom. You snatch a suitcase out of the closet and start throwing things in it. "I'm done with you Gojo. I'm not aa fucking joke!" You say trying your hardest not to cry. Yall have been together officially for five years but have known each other for fifteen. Every memory rushes through your head as you continue packing. He stands at the door watching you. His smirk long gone. "Y/N" He says softly but you can hear the feelings in his voice. "Fuck you! Go be with the bitch you let be over you! I can't fucking believe it!" You yell. You began to go off about how long you have been together and how you are tired of his womanizing and games. You zip your suitcase angrily and yank it towards the door. "Move." you say. He stays still. "Move and I won't say it again." You say. He moves over slightly and you squeeze through.