Hiiii!

My name is Myaja (my-ja). I’m 24 & i go by she/her pronouns. I like to read and write, been stuck on hella smut lately lol. Grad schoool.

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Writing to escape reality

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Quiet Things

Pairing: Rei Suwa x Reader

Genre: Slow-burn tension, smut, unspoken feelings

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, repressed emotions, Rei being emotionally constipated, praise kink, safe house setting

Summary: He never says he likes you. Never touches you unless necessary. Never lets himself get too close. But when a mission goes wrong and you’re both stuck in a safe house overnight, the tension finally breaks.

**i decided to actually put some effort in**

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It was supposed to be a quick job. In and out. Get the intel and vanish.

But someone tipped off the wrong people and now you and Rei are holed up in a dimly lit safe house with a busted lock and blood on your sleeve. You sit on the edge of the couch, breathing hard, trying to ignore the way your heart won’t calm down. He’s pacing near the window, gun still in hand, like he doesn’t trust the silence outside.

You glance at him.

“Are we gonna talk about what just happened?” you ask.

“No.”

Of course not.

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Rei is always like this. Cold. Quiet. Beautiful in a way that pisses you off. He never says how he feels. Never looks at you too long. You’re not even sure he likes you. But you’ve seen the way his jaw clenches when you’re in danger. The way he stands a little too close when you’re surrounded. The way his eyes linger when you’re not looking.

He thinks you don’t notice.

He’s wrong.

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The silence stretches until it suffocates.

You finally stand and make your way to the small kitchen, washing the blood from your arm with trembling fingers. It’s not yours. But it’s enough to shake you. You sense him before you hear him. He’s behind you. Close.

You don’t turn around.

“Rei,” you say quietly. “You okay?”

He doesn’t answer. His hand lifts and brushes your hair back. Then his fingers trail down your spine, slow, deliberate.

You freeze.

That’s when you know. He’s not holding back because he doesn’t care. He’s holding back because he cares too much.

And he doesn’t know what to do with it.

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You turn slowly, eyes meeting his.

He looks like he wants to say something. His lips part. Then close again.

But the hand on your back doesn’t move.

Your voice barely comes out.

“Say something.”

He exhales hard. His eyes drop to your lips.

“I’m tired of pretending,” he mutters.

Then he kisses you.

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It’s not gentle. It’s not slow. His mouth crashes into yours with weeks of pent-up silence behind it. Weeks of watching you. Weeks of trying not to touch you. His hands grab your waist and press you back against the counter. You gasp into his mouth as he lifts you onto it like you weigh nothing.

Your legs wrap around his hips without a thought.

He pulls back just enough to look at you.

“This isn’t smart,” he whispers.

You nod, breathless.

“Do it anyway.”

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He pulls your shirt off first. Then your bra. His eyes drink in every inch of skin like he’s never seen anything so dangerous in his life. He kisses your neck, your collarbone, the curve of your breast. His touch is rough, controlled, almost like he’s mad at himself for needing this so badly.

“Rei,” you whisper.

He groans your name like it hurts.

You reach for his belt and he lets you, watching your hands like he’s memorizing the moment. When you pull him out, he’s already hard. Thick. Heavy. And he groans when you wrap your fingers around him.

“Been thinking about this every time you talk back,” he mutters.

That makes you smirk.

“You like when I talk back?”

He presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard.

“I like everything about you.”

You barely have time to respond before he’s pulling your underwear aside and sliding in. Deep. All at once.

You both moan.

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The stretch is intense. He’s big and it’s been building for too long. But your body takes him like it’s been waiting. He starts to move. Deep, smooth strokes that leave your toes curling. Your nails dig into his back as he fucks you against the counter.

He’s quiet, but not silent. His breathing gets heavier. He groans low when you clench around him.

“You feel like heaven,” he mutters. “So warm. So good. Could stay inside you forever.” Your head falls back. You can’t think. Can’t speak. The way he’s moving has you falling apart.

He kisses your throat and whispers right against your skin.

“Let me finish in you. Please. Let me have it.”

You nod, trembling.

“Please, Rei.”

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His rhythm falters. You’re close. He knows it. One hand grips your thigh, the other wraps around your back to hold you still as he fucks you through it. You cum hard. Body shaking. Eyes rolling back. He follows seconds later. Burying himself deep. Holding still as warmth floods you. For a moment, neither of you move. Then he leans his head on your shoulder and just breathes.

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You both clean up in silence. He hands you a towel and won’t meet your eyes. But when you head to the couch, he follows. And when you sit, he sits behind you. Pulls you into his chest. Wraps his arms around you like it’s the only place he’s ever wanted to be.

He still doesn’t say he likes you.

But he doesn’t have to.

Not when his touch says everything else.

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🔥 What Nutting Feels Like for Gojo (From his perspective)

Warnings: smut, pv, lowkey breeding kink, Gojo being pussydrunk, raw sex

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He’s deep inside you, body flush, hands gripping your thighs like you’re the only anchor in his universe.

The tension’s been building. every roll of your hips, every moan you let slip out, every time you clenched around him like you knew exactly what you were doing. And now? He’s right there.

“Shit… I’m gonna-“

The moment hits like a damn explosion. Not a soft one, a hard, full-body seizure of pleasure. His back arches, abs tighten, vision goes white behind that blindfold or his ice-blue eyes roll back. His toes curl. He stops breathing for a second.

It’s like all the pressure that’s been coiling in his core snaps, like lightning running down his spine and bursting out his dick.

And when he’s nutting inside? Lawd.

The feeling of you wrapped around him, slick and gripping like heaven itself, milking every drop, pulls a groan outta him so deep it sounds like something sacred. It’s hot, wet, tight, and it drives him insane.

He’ll pant against your skin, voice hoarse, whispering,

“You feel too good… too damn good. I can’t- I’m still-“

He might even twitch a little, still semi-thrusting out of reflex because his body hasn’t caught up with his mind. The pleasure don’t just end — it lingers, got his legs shaky and his chest heaving like he just finished a battle.

Cuz I’m watching Bungo Stay Dogs & I’m not right in the head

Warnings: smut, threesome, etc

Dazai x Fem reader x Kunikida

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The mission was simple: investigate a rogue ability user reported near Yokohama harbor. You were supposed to scout from the rooftops with Kunikida while Dazai handled recon. Easy. Until everything went sideways.

“Y/N,” Kunikida’s voice snapped through the comms, “Target spotted. Dazai’s engaging…wait, something’s wrong…”

Static.

By the time you reached the warehouse, it was too late.

A pulse of strange violet energy hit the air like perfume. Sweet, intoxicating. You breathed it in without meaning to, and your knees nearly buckled.

“Wh-what the hell…” you gasped, gripping a beam for support. Your skin was tingling. Your clothes suddenly too tight. Arousal bloomed through your core like wildfire, and your breath hitched at the sheer need slamming into you out of nowhere.

Behind you, a low groan.

You turned just in time to see Kunikida stumble in, clutching the doorway, eyes wild.

“Y/N… something’s… ngh—wrong.”

And Dazai?

He was already on you.

“Looks like we’ve all been hit,” he murmured, his voice low and dark with lust. “An ability… must be psychic-based. Something that amplifies… desire.”

He was trying to sound logical, but his hand had already cupped your cheek, lips parted as he looked you over like you were the answer to every prayer he never spoke aloud.

“We need to—ahhhh—fight it off,” Kunikida growled, trying to step back. But he was sweating, panting, and his gaze dropped to your body before he clenched his jaw in shame. “This isn’t—this isn’t right.”

You whimpered, your thighs pressed together, your nipples hardening beneath your shirt.

“I can’t—I need…” you breathed out, dazed.

“I got you,” Dazai whispered, pulling you close, kissing the corner of your mouth like a tease.

Your hands moved on instinct, fisting his coat, grinding against his thigh. Kunikida made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and turned away.

“Don’t fight it, Kunikida,” Dazai smirked. “You want her too, don’t you?”

“No,” he barked. “I—I—fuck.. i can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” you moaned, reaching out and grabbing Kunikida’s wrist, pulling him toward you. His whole body froze.

“You feel it too,” you said, breathless. “I see it. You’ve wanted me.”

Kunikida trembled, eyes squeezed shut. But he didn’t pull away.

“Fuck,” he muttered and that was all it took.

Dazai’s hands slipped under your shirt, thumbs grazing your skin while Kunikida finally gave in—his lips crashing against yours, desperate, starved.

You were sandwiched between them in seconds.

Dazai pressed hard behind you, whispering filth into your ear as his hand snuck into your waistband. Kunikida kissed you like a man on the edge:hungry, careful, but falling apart.

“You smell so fucking good,” Dazai groaned. “I should’ve known youd taste even better.”

Kunikida’s fingers brushed your bare thigh, then your ass. You let out a soft moan as they both explored you: touching, grabbing, claiming.

Clothes came off hella fast.

Kunikida on his knees, mouth on your stomach. Dazai kissing your neck, whispering how long he’s waited.

“You’re mine,” Dazai growled.

“Fuckin fine. Then let me have her first,” Kunikida rasped. “Just once.”

“Be my guest,” Dazai said smugly, licking your ear. “But I’m not backing off.”

And you?

You were a trembling mess of pleasure, gasps spilling from your lips as Kunikida slid inside you, his pace rough with need. Dazai sat back, watching, stroking himself with a wolfish grin, whispering filthy encouragement.

“That’s it. Let him fuck you, baby. Let him fill that tight little pussy. I’ll take my turn next.”

You clenched around Kunikida so hard he cursed, gripping your hips.

Dazai laughed darkly.

“Oh yeah. She’s ready.”

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Your back arched off the floor as Kunikida drove into you with unrelenting force, his face buried in your neck like he was ashamed of the sounds he was making or the fact that he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t think.

“Fuck—you’re so tight,” he rasped, hips snapping into yours like he was losing control …because he was.

You clung to him, nails digging into his back, moaning openly now. His strokes hit deep, brutal and perfect. But the worst part? Dazai watching.

Well…not just watching anymore.

“Mmm, look at you,” Dazai purred from beside you, shirt unbuttoned and abs flexing as he knelt on the floor, stroking himself while watching your body bounce under Kunikida. “Never thought you’d break him like this.”

He leaned in closer, brushing your sweaty hair out your face.

“You want more, don’t you?” he whispered, voice honeyed filth. “I bet this little pussy’s still greedy.”

You nodded helplessly, whimpering as Kunikida suddenly hissed and pulled out, panting hard — like he needed to back up before he lost himself completely.

“I can’t… I-I need a minute—” he started.

“Then let me handle her,” Dazai said smoothly. “She’s still trembling.”

You didn’t even get a full breath before Dazai flipped you over on your hands and knees like you weighed nothing.

“Look at you. So wet you’re dripping down your thighs,” he murmured, fingers parting you with reverence. “You were made to be fucked like this.”

And when he slid into you?

Baby. You swore the world went white.

Dazai bottomed out in one deep stroke, groaning like he had been waiting years.

“Damn, you’re squeezing me already,” he muttered, gripping your waist, slamming into you with raw, unfiltered need. “I ain’t pulling out. You know that, right?”

Your voice cracked with a sob of pleasure because it was too much and not enough all at once. Your body was on fire.

“You like being passed between us like this?” Dazai said in your ear, each thrust making your arms shake. “Like our perfect little fucktoy?”

You nodded frantically.

Behind you, Kunikida sat back against the wall, watching in silence — eyes glued to where Dazai was wrecking you.

You caught his gaze, gave him a tear-filled smile.

“I still want you,” you whispered.

Kunikida’s jaw clenched and then he was crawling back over.

“She can take us both,” Dazai said with a devilish smirk. “You know she can.”

“Let me be in her mouth,” Kunikida growled, his restraint completely gone now.

And just like that — you were devoured.

Kunikida’s cock slid past your lips while Dazai kept driving into you from behind. You choked on one, clenched around the other. Tears blurred your vision as pleasure rippled up your spine and exploded in your core.

“You’re gonna make me cum just watching this,” Dazai growled. “Fuck—such a good girl. Taking both of us like you were born for it.”

You gagged and moaned, body rocking between them, blissed out and feral.

Dazai grabbed your hips harder. “You gonna cum, baby? You want me to fill you up?”

You tried to nod, mouth full of Kunikida’s cock, but your body answered for you — you clenched so hard around Dazai he cursed loudly and pulled out fast, stroking himself.

Kunikida groaned above you, pulling out of your mouth just as Dazai spilled all over your lower back with a low, wrecked groan.

Kunikida followed seconds later, hand jerking fast as he came on your chest — both of them panting over your trembling, twitching body. Dazai just chuckled. You couldn’t even speak. Still trembling. Still needy. Still ruined in the best way. And still wondering what would happen when this mission report made it back to the agency.

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**

Your Only Girl Pt 4

Read warning from pt 1, 2, 3

He moves your hands and straightens up. He scans your body and licks his lips. You watch as he slowly unbuckled his belt, never taking his eyes off of yours. He pulls his pants and underwear down and his cock pops out. You go from looking at his face to looking at his cock. He steps out of the clothing and crawls his way up to your face. He gives you a soft kiss and then leans over to the nightstand, you stop him before he opens it and he looks back at you with wide eyes. You two say no words but you nod and his face lights up. He groans at the thought of entering you raw. Yall haven't done it raw besides your first time which was in high school (heat of the moment sex). He shivers and begins to rub the head of his long and thick cock onto your lips. You moan and he grabs your left leg and sets it on his shoulder and holds the knee out for the other as he begins to enter you. He kisses your ankle with his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of entering you. You moan, trying to adjust to his size. He takes your legs and wraps them around your waist and you tighten your legs which makes him slide in further. You both moan. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut doing his best not to nut from feeling your warm tight cunt wrap around him bare. If anyone was to ask him, this was his paradise. He finally bottoms out and doesn't move for a second, you kiss his shoulder as he tucks his head into your neck. He stays still for a moment and takes a deep breath. "I -" you begin to speak but he slams his lips against yours. He knew what you were gonna say and he would have come on the spot if it had come out. He finally begins to move at a slow and shallow pace to allow you to get adjusted. He groans at the feeling and you moan into his ear. He starts to stroke harder and longer but maintains the slow speed. He places his hands on the sides of your head and then begins to speed up. His thrust so precise and calculated. You moan loudly. He whispers how much he loves you and would never hurt you. He speeds up the pace and his hand shoots to your neck. He knows how much you like that. Yall begin fucking like dogs in heat. Feeling as if yall were trying to race each other to the finish line. "Y/N" He whimpers, that makes you tighten up around him. "Fuuuuuckkkk" he says at the feeling. He's doing his best not to come but he can't think straight. You take your hands and place it on his cheeks. He finally makes eye contact with you and an "I love you, Toru" comes out of your mouth and he moans loudly, "Awww fuckkkkkkkk" he says as he releases into you but doesn't stop thrusting. You tighten up feeling the heat in your stomach about to burst. You cum with a silent scream. He moans more and cums into you more from feeling the tightness of your precious cunt. He leans over and places his head in the crook of your neck. He's slowly thrusting, with no rhythm at all. "Y/N, I'm in love with you and only you." He says breathless. You nod and he feels your head move. He looks up at your fucked out face and smiles. You hug each other and he apologizes again. "I won't do or allow that anymore but you gotta admit, you're fucking hot when you're mad. Had my dick hard and my heart hurting" Yall laugh together and when the laughter dies down, Gojo speaks, "I want to be with you for the rest of my life. The one and only for me and baby I will do whatever to make sure that happens."

You can definitely say that although the situation was upsetting, the sex was definitely worth it.

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.

Your Only Girl Pt 2

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.

Your Only Girl Pt 1

Everyone is laughing and mingling around. The building is extravagant. Nanami decided to finally host a get-together after years of you begging. Of course, he kept things classy and went the dinner and mingle route. You follow closely to Gojo, occasionally speaking to people, you don't know too many people but then your best friend walks in. As Gojo walked and talked to people, you decided to talk with your best friend. The conversation went on for minutes and then you noticed across the extremely large gathering hall a figure standing close to Gojo. You can see the figure laughing and touching him. Your best friend looks at you and you nod. Yall move closer, trying not to seem like a worried or nosey girlfriend despite being nosey. The closer you got, the more you noticed her features. She was a woman who seemed to be around your age (26), with light brown colored hair, fair skin, coke sized body, and around 5'2, the same height as you. You were 5'2, darker skin, with a petite but athletic build (You always told your friends that you don't have a butt or titties and they would laugh but you knew the truth). You smiled and stayed calm. The girl laughs obnoxiously loud and rubs he hands down Gojo's chest. He catches your eye and instead of pushing her off, he egged her on. Your blood boiled and that soft smile you had turned into a frown. She reaches up and whispers into his ear. The entire encounter, he is looking into your eyes.

You nod an 'okay bet' nod and walk towards them. You tap the girl's shoulder and she looks back at you. "And you are?" she says with the bitchiest attitude. "His girlfriend." You say bluntly. She then laughs in your face. "HAHA bye, if you were his girlfriend, you aren't now. He's mine." You look at her with a blank stare. You then look up to Gojo and he takes a step back. "She's my girlfriend." is all he says. Your mouth drops at the sentence. He didn't deny anything she said. You were pissed. You keep a blank look as you turn toward the door. You storm out with your best friend right behind you. 'I can't fucking believe this! I can't do these women constantly flirting and him not stopping it immediately. Fuck being nice! He could have said something" You yell as you walk to your best friend's car. Your body heated and your eyes filled with tears. You storm toward her car, going off about the situation as your best friend listens.

where play fighting leads

**All Characters aged up**

Warnings:

Smut

18+

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Bakugo bit his lip hard as he watched you from across the room. You were goofing around with Denki, landing some surprisingly good punches. His eyes couldn't leave you—every jab, every laugh—it was messing with his head. There was something about seeing you like that, fierce and playful, that had him feeling a mix of awe and something way more primal. The way you handled Denki… hell, he couldn’t help but imagine you roughing him up with those same hands. Soft, but strong. His mind wandered to a different kind of heat between you, thinking about what it would be like for you to be riding his-...

Bakugo jerked his head, forcing himself to stop. No way he should be thinking about you like that, especially now. But then Denki finally surrendered, and you jumped onto him, laughing. Bakugo felt a hot wave of jealousy crash over him. You should’ve been jumping on him, not Denki. As you threw your arms around Denki, his hand slid under you to steady you, fingers dangerously close to your ass.

That was it. Bakugo's temper flared. He stomped across the room, his eyes dark with fury, and yanked you off Denki. The entire room went silent, except for Kirishima, who was chuckling quietly in the corner. Bakugo shot him a death glare before dragging you out of the room, ignoring everyone’s stunned expressions.

He hauled you straight to his room, shoving open the door with a forceful grip on your wrist. Before you could even process what was happening, he tossed you onto the bed with no hesitation.

“Bakug—" you started to say, confused, but the words barely left your mouth before his lips crashed into yours, cutting off any protest. You could feel his body heat radiating off him, his frustration, his need—it was overwhelming in the best way.

Bakugo's grip tightened around your neck as he kissed you harder, drawing a soft moan from your lips. His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Between each kiss, he muttered words that sent shivers down your spine. “Over there jumping on Dunce Face when you should be jumping on me.” The heat between your legs flared up even more at his words, making you crave him like never before.

Without wasting any time, Bakugo started stripping you both down, impatient and rough, ripping away each piece of clothing as if they were nothing. When you were finally bare beneath him, he paused, hovering above you with those mischievous eyes and a wicked grin that made your heart race. In one swift motion, he yanked your legs apart and dove right in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot. The moment his tongue touched you, a loud moan escaped your lips.

Bakugo didn’t hold back, sliding his middle and ring fingers inside you, matching the rhythm of his tongue with practiced ease. Your back arched involuntarily, your hands flying to his hair, gripping it tight as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

Just as you were on the edge of release, he pulled away, leaving you gasping. He lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock against your slick entrance. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ ruin you,” he growled before slowly pushing into you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed in your warm, wet heat. He moved deliberately, watching every twitch of your face as he filled you completely. Once he bottomed out, he paused, the tension in his body palpable.

“Kat, move,” you whined, desperate for more, but he stayed still, his breath ragged. “Shh, stop talking,” he muttered, trying to hold back the urge to cum right then and there. Your walls tightened around him, and he growled low in his throat. “Y/N, don’t fuck with me, I'm trying not to nut” he warned, but you couldn’t resist. You kissed along his jawline, teasing him until he finally gave in, finding the resolve to move.

He started slow, each stroke calculated and precise, but with every moan that slipped from your lips, his control frayed. His pace quickened, and soon he was pounding into you with wild, animalistic thrusts. You clawed at his back, biting down on his collarbone to muffle your cries, but he wasn’t having it. “I want to hear you,” he demanded, his voice rough with lust as he began to thrust deeper, harder, his movements slow and deliberate.

You let go of his shoulder, finally letting out the moans you’d been holding back. Bakugo’s rhythm grew erratic, his control slipping as he chased his release. One particularly powerful thrust sent you over the edge, your body convulsing around him as you came hard. The way you tightened around him pulled a guttural groan from his chest, and he spilled into you, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train.

“Fuckkkk,” you both gasped in unison, riding out the waves of pleasure together. Bakugo kept thrusting, pushing his cum deeper inside you with each powerful stroke until he finally slowed, breathing heavily. He collapsed on top of you, his lips finding yours in a rough, possessive kiss.

“Don’t let me see another man touching you,” he growled against your lips, and you nodded, your mind hazy and your body spent. You leaned up to kiss him back, a smirk tugging at your lips. If it meant getting fucked like this, you just might test him again.

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