Hit girl (Toji Fushiguro x OC)

Extended Story

The rain hits hard against my body, proving to be as merciless as ever. I've run about two blocks away from home, and now I'm by one of the parks by our neighborhood. Why am I here again? Oh yeah. Toji and I got in a fight. A big one. 

Gojo came by last night to talk business. But Toji got upset, thinking something was going on. 

"That idiot," I say even more pissed. "He really thinks so lowly of me that I would cheat on him?"

As I continue to walk in the pouring rain, I realize it was a mistake to run out without a jacket. The rain hits my thin t shirt and drenches my shorts. I'm getting a little cold. But I can make it to Iwaizumi's apartment if I continue to walk for a few more miles. Step by step, my anger grows even more potent. 

A car's bright headlights causes me to shield my face. It stops right next to me and as my eyes adjust, I realize who's car it is. Fuck no. I quickly hurry my walking pace to walk past the car. 

"Mina!" His deep voice somehow louder than the crashing rain. 

But I force myself to not turn around and keep walking. I hear loud footsteps behind me and the next moment he has my arm gripped in his large hand. I turn around and smach him in the face. 

"Don't even touch me," I try to yank my arm out, but he doesn't let me. 

"Mina-"

Another slap. He doesn't stop me though. I know how good his reflexes are. Is he making fun of me?

"Ugh!" I try to push him away from me, but his annoyingly strong body stays put, not even moving an inch. 

"Get in the car," he says. 

"No, you can't make me," I spit out at him.

He starts to pull my arm towards the car. 

"Stop!" I yell at him trying to break free. 

But it's not use. He pushes me into the car, somehow gently, and closes the door, locking it. Before I can escape from the car, he gets in the driver's side, not bothering to put on the seatbelt, and drives off, makin the doors immediately lock until the car stops. 

I let out a pissed out sigh and look out the window, not wanting to face him. He thankfully doesn't say anything either. The familiar houses pass by us until we reach our own two story suburban house. It's a perfect cover for our out of usual career choices. He parks the car in the garage, closing it behind us, and gets out of the car, going to the passenger's side. But I give up. I know I won't be able to get out of the house again. I open the door myself and walk out, not bothering to close it behind me, knowing he's following closely by me. I walk into the kitchen, which is where we just had out argument. My drenched body, leaving water everywhere. 

"Why would you run out like that?" His damn voice again. 

It's been months we've been married, but I still can't stop getting shivers from his voice. I hate it. I feel so weak. 

"You damn know why, don't play dumb," I say spitefully. "How dare you?"

I turn around and face him. He looks angry, but not necessarily like it was because of me. 

"Do you have any idea what could've happened to you?" He ignores my last question. "What if a car didn't see you and just crashed into you? I looked through everyone section in this fucking suburban neighborhood to try and find you. Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

"Oh shut the fuck up, I don't want your fake pity," I scoff at him, "First you think I'm a cheater and now you are worrying about me? Make it make sense, asshole."

He storms towards me and pushes me against the glass of the patio door. 

"Watch your tone when you speak to me," he demands. 

His tone almost makes my knees give out but I force myself to stay up. Hold my ground. 

"Or what?" I challenge him. 

In the next moment, his lips crash onto mine, hungrily. He's devouring me. I can barely keep up. I bite his lip hard and he moves away, grabbing my chin forcefully. 

"I hate you," I say to him. 

A smirk rises on his face, his scar laying prominent. 

"Do you now? Do I need to remind you what your favorite part of me is?" 

I feel my stomach flip. And my body start to get hot. Very, very hot. He runs his hand down and slips it under my drenched t shirt. I gasp at the feeling of his hand on my navel. He squeezes my hip, probably bruising it. I bite my lip to contain the moan that wants to escape me. I cannot lose this. But I know I will. 

His smirk grows even larger as his hand slides down my shorts, feeling the slick of my arousal. 

"You are such a two faced bitch aren't you?" His insult grows heat inside me."You always play hard to get, but i know what you want."

He does. He always does. 

"But I won't give it to you until you tell me exactly what you want me to do," he licks a strip of skin behind my ear, sending shivers down my body. As his free hand caresses my breasts, I can't help but let out a moan. 

"You sound so pretty when you make that noise," he groans against my ear. "Come on, Mina. Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

"Oh," I let out another uncontrollable moan, "Toji, please."

"Please what?" He prods me open with his fingers. 

Then I lose control. "Please, just fuck me."

He groans as he feels my resistance dissolve. He drops down to his knees and runs his hands up my bare legs. 

"I am yours, and you are mine," he kisses the tender spot inside my thigh, sliding my shorts down. "I would do anything for you, my love."

His words mesmerize me as I stare down at him in awe as he pleases me. 

"You ask, and I will give," he slides two fingers into me. 

I arch my back, trying to grip something to hold me still. I opt for his shoulders, digging my nails into them. 

"You are my goddess, Mina. You don't even understand what you do to me baby," he uses his free hand to palm himself over his pants. 

He stands up and pushes his body against my own. I can feel how fast and heavy he's breathing, which makes his words so much more real. 

"Take me, Toji," I place my hand on his broad chest. "Take me until we see the sun rise, and push me till I can't even come anymore."

He groans. "I love when you talk to me so bluntly."

I lean my lips towards his ear. "Then take care of me good."

Within less than a second, he throws me over his shoulder and takes me to our bedroom.