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cho was so, so, overstimulated. “mmph— 𝘩-𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩.. b-baaby pl-pleasee— i-imm gonna cumm..” choso sputters, whimpering under you. he's horny, he's erect— throbbing, your still riding him. “mm- c-choso— y-you don't know how... how big you really a-are h-huhh? thats okay b-babyy... just stay under me.. j-jus like that..” choso whimpers.
it only took one bounce, just once, before choso looks up at you, grabbing your waist for dear life. he's so needy with the grab, your palms on his shoulders, on top of him. it only took that for him to break in a fit of sobs.
𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧. 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧. 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧.
you look down, giggling. “c-cho? are you.. crying?” you giggle out, still riding. “n-no baby it jus'.. it feels like im getting the a-air knocked out'ta me every time y-you move like that..” he says, finally sitting up and wrapping hid arms around your waist while you ride.
“y-yeah? su'cha good boy. stay still for me, yeah?”
“y-yeah— you really m-mean it? im y-your good boy?” your heart aches. “yes cho, your my good boy. now stay still.” you keep. riding, “h-haaah—” choso sputters, just pussy drunk. the noise your cunt is makig against his pelvis is just absolutely filthy, so wet. “b-baby s-stopp— im gonna finish insidee— p-pleasee—” he begs, but your still riding him. your not letting up, “cho— you can take it can't you? your a good boy, right?” you whisper in hid ear, and he groans. before a load of hot, white, liquid spurts out inside you. dripping out and onto your thighs. “i-im so sorry baby, i didn't mean t-”
“shh, cho, you did good. come here and cuddle me already.”
no plot just smut — short smut — satoru gojo — teasing — spitting — fingering — squirting — 18+
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satoru gojo loves to tease you. wether its rubbing your aching clit in tight, slow circular motions.
or watching your back arch as you beg for a release,
“s-satoruuu- pleaseee— i need to— c-cummm..” arching your back, words echoing so far off the walls your sure the neighbors can hear.
“mmm... what a pretty pussy, shes so wet for me,” spitting on your wet cunt. “be a good girl and dont move yeah? its bout' to get messy, love.”
“wh- oh my god!! satoruuu!” you cry out, back arching so hard, your sure your head hit the headboard. “mmm... such'a good girl, be still for me, most girls cant do what your bout' to do.” inserting a second finger. “give me all of it, baby.”
all it took was 45 seconds for a hot, warm liquid to squirt out your cunt and onto his fingers and V-line, clear juices dripping down your thighs. Before you can see, your already near the headboard.
“see baby? your such a good, good, girl. you eventually made it toward the headboard, it just took you to take all of me to reach it.”
“don't you dare move. were not done yet, keep making those pretty noises for me baby.”
18+ | tw/warning : sub & dom - edging - naoya - DISC: you putting naoya in his place after he calls you a bitch. sub & obedient naoya. degradation.
tw: i highkey didnt try with this, this is mostly practice. i forgot how to plots so most of my content will be just smut no plot.
unfortunately— you had the cocky sorcerer as your husband. you were at the zenin estate, you were over for once. the others didn't really look at you, but respected you due to the status of you being naoya's wife. you didn't really mind the attention though, or the lack of. you guys walk into the zenin estate, and all of the members are yapping about how naoya is becoming the zenin leader. you nod supportively. while naoya states he's about to inherit all the zenin money. your mouth opens: “i ac—” before you get cut off. naoya turns to you. “did i ask you to speak? bitch.” your eyes turn blank. and you turn around, to walk away. you walk out, and close the door. with a sharp
𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘.
finally, naoya walks into the room. ready to boast. “hey babe. hello? stop reading that wrinkly old shit,” he says, gesturing toward your book. “tough talk for someone who cant even jerk off by himself.” you spit. eyes still to your page.
nobody ever talks to him like that.
ever.
“excuse me? who are you talking you. you know your place.”
” you finally close your book with a loud, sharp: 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑘. “im talking to you, obviously. who else is standing in front of me?” you stand up. looking up at him despite the height difference.
“oh yeah?” your hands slip up his robes, until you pull them out and untie them slowly.
“what are y—“
“shhh,. let me show you where my place really is naoya.” your untie his robes fully, and finally slip off his boxers. he fiddles with his words, and also rushes to takes yours off too. “no naoya. hands to yourself, i dont think you get the memo. you called me a.. bitch right?”
“n-no— im sorry baby— p-please touch me.” naoya sputters. you smirk, smacking his hands away. taking off your panties and untying your robes. “oh wow. your hard and i barely touched you. your pathetic.” you push him onto the bed. until he's backed against the headboard, legs wide. manspreading. you proceed to sit on his lap, rubbing your silky wet folds against his hardened dick,, “mmh, your so messy, naoya. such a bad boy.” he's already about to cum just from the contact. “nuh uh.” you wrap your hands against the base of his cock, so he cant cum. he whimpers; “n-nooo— im sorry pleasee..” he whines. “no. lay day naoya.” obediently, he lays down. “let me show you where my place really is.” you sit his face, thighs next no his ears. “your face.” and you hold onto hid hair as he begins to stick his tongue out to pleasure you. “mmh, yeah. just like that naoya.” you moan.
“ℎ𝑚𝑚𝑝ℎℎ𝑔𝑛!” he says, eyes almost rolling back under you. he reaches down, about to touch himself. you swat his hand away. “no. bad boy. keep your hands where i can see em' . stay in your place naoya, right? under me.” and he obediently grabs your thighs, whimpering. throbbing from the need.
your close. “mnmph, naoya— dont stopp..” you cum, your cum, and juices dripping down his chin as you climb off. standing up off the bed.
“mh. bye naoya. be a good boy while im gone, yeah?” you say, just leaving him there as you begin to tie your robes back on. “h-huh? wait! im a good boy right??” he rushes over, crawling toward you and gripping your thigh. “please dont leave me like this— i-i need it!” you smirk, “awwh. no sorry. bye naoya.” he whimpers. not knowing what else to do with his hardened, throbbing shaft.
❗️18+ CONTENT ❗️ ⛔️Adults Only 🔞 | toji breaks the bed | 🔞 · emotional tension · toji fushiguro · jjk fanfic | smut |
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| one meeting. one fuck. and now… he’s still there, leaning against the doorway, and the air between you feels impossibly thick. he'll come back.
if this doesn't do numbers I'm gonna lose my fucking mind. (psi this is a very very old draft)
at the moment. when you guys met for the first time, a popular, crowded place in shinjuku, you couldn't help but to ogle about how he looks. his beefy biceps, the yearning eyes. or the way his gaze flickered toward you just a beat to long, you felt the dampness between your thighs begin to settle.
you met him online first, and then when you guys got to talking — you decided to meet up on a busy street.
neon lights bouncing off the wet pavement, the scent of grilled skewers mingling with the cool winter air. near a silly cat cafe. your sitting at the back row, looking at the menu, and then you hear a “ding!” from the door. his gaze flickered toward you, just a beat to long — you looked exactly like the picture you sent. and you swore it got hotter despite the negative degree weather.
your hand comes up in a wave. “toji?” you choked out, your face already burning just from the looks of him. he smirked, tilting his head. “that’s me. didn’t think you’d actually remember my face.” the faint chatter of the background began to fade out as he walked closer. the smell of cheap cologne filling your nostrils.
“well.. you are pretty mesmerizing.” you said, an act of defiance against his teasing. “oh? you sure have a mouth on you..” he said, and then sat down, across from you.
when you guys walked out, you thought he was gonna go home, and maybe take a nap. “maybe he’d go home… maybe collapse onto his bed and finally rest after all that tension.” you murmured to yourself.
never expected him to be circling your clit through your panties in his apartment.
your back was facing his, the tension skyrocketing, your legs up and curled. you were soaking, and the faint musk of perfume and soap filled the aroma. one of his large arms held you by your waist, as the other circled your clit through the panties, your skirt discarded.
“t-toji...” you breathlessly moan. he smirks, tilting his head by a millimeter. “ 'didn't know the girl who was so shy on my phone moans like a wanton whore. your such a bitch in heat.” your heart racing, palms getting sweaty, breath hitching. your mouth opens, slightly agape. “ 'm sorry toji I cant-” only for him to slap your pussy, which echoes a loud, moan from you. you bite your lip. “t-toji- what the fuck!” only for him to slap your poor pussy again.
“nuh uh, you've been such'a bad girl.. did I say you could even curse at me? stay in your place.” he says with another slap.
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬!
the sound echoed through the hollowness of his apartment. you whimper, biting your lip. “t-tojii — 's so wet— I cant-” another slap! and you whimper, tears prickling from the sideline of your eyes. “did I say you can cum yet? let alone squirt? your so fuckin' pathetic. all I did was give y'er clit some rubs n' your already about to squirt.”
“'s just so slippery toji, I can't help it.” you choke out, and he keeps rubbing faster. harder. “w-wha— what the fuck—!” you whimper, your eyes closed shut, breathing heavy. “'ss.. awe.. poor baby. lemme give this kitty some scratches yeah?” but you guys dont even have any cats.
“i-im sorry I cant-” he cuts you off with another slap.
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬!
“awe, poor baby. I know, I know.” he doesn't know. he just wants to see you beg.
tears begin to fall down your face, as you breathe heavily. and with a sharp gasp, you squirt in your panties like a teenager. the clear, slippery liquid begin to soak through. when you begin to unsettle, calming down from your intense high, thinking it's over, he proved you so wrong.
instead, he takes off your panties and inserts a finger even after you cream. he uses his finger to push it in deeper, and you throw your head back on his shoulder, your legs trembling.
“shhh.. I know. just relax, lemme take care of you baby.” he spreads your thighs wider, and curls his fingers. “ah!” you cry out. “toji! I'm serious I cant—can't take it!” only for him to add 1 more finger, and scissor you. “yes you can. plus I have to prepare you for my cock anyway. cant have you screamin' now can we? I'm to broke to pay for a noise complaint.”
he stretches you out, it feels so good. “ah— f-feels so good—nghh, tojii..”
he removes his fingers, and picks you up over his shoulder — he was surprisingly gentle, and then he throws you onto the bed. be was so messy, and so fucking mean. the clear liquid still coating your pretty pussy and your thighs.
he unbuckles his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and takes off his shirt, his large, monstrous cock was bouncy, and so, so, so thick. the tip an angry, red. the veins bulking out.
he puts you in a mean, flexible mating press — the tip nudging the entry. gliding against your slit, but never quite entering.
“toji please.”
“please what?” he nudges just by a fraction more.
“please ruin my little pussy.” you spurt out, whispering.
he smirks, and tilts his head justt by a little. “eheh, ruin your what? you can say it better.”
“p-please ruin my tight little pussy toji..” he puts you deeper into this mean mating press, and enters fast, quickly.
“𝘰𝘰𝘩— 𝘰𝘩— oh my god! toji!” you yell out, clawing at his abs.
𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬.
and there goes the bed.
“whoops. I'll buy ya' a new one, yeah? just keep this pussy open for me.”
no he won't. but you'll still let him use you anyway.
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nice pale color, slight slim, mushroomy head, and a beautiful tip. 10.4 inches exactly, that only looks longer because of his immense height.
and oh, 𝘰𝘩, it goes places.
far places.
“𝘮𝘱𝘱𝘩! 𝘮𝘱𝘱𝘩!” The muffled noises echo around the room, *tap tap.* Your hands drum against his thigh — tapping every few seconds. He's so big, you can feel 𝘪𝘵 reaching the back of your throat. When you finally stop tapping, gojo grips the back of your hair by the scalp, and then proceeds to guide you onto his long shaft. Stopping around the very 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 tip of his mushroomy head, and then thrusting your mouth back in. Your cheeks puffed up — looking up at him with glazed over eyes.
as he keeps guiding you onto his thick shaft, you can't help but touch yourself. Your hand slips under the very thin waistband of your short shorts, and you circle your clit through your clothes, your 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. You just can't help it anymore, he's turning you on. You begin to relax on your knees, your bottom resting on your heels, as he takes over completely.
and it being Gojo, of course he notices. He guides your head to the angry red colored head of his cock, and stops. You back away just a centimeter, a string of saliva connecting the two together. Before you remove your hand from underneath your pants, letting it breathe some air. As you take in some breaths also, trying to collect yourself.
you realized the "mistake" to late. Before you can speak, he stands up. Bringing you up with him. Holding you up by your waist, and he flops you onto the bed on your stomach.
𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧,
𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧.
“s—satoru, why'd you stop? i— did I do something wrong..?” ... His response comes quick, with that usual infuriating smirk of his. He looks down at you. “oh you thought you did somethin' wrong? no, no, your fine. I just never said you were allowed to touch yourself just 𝘺𝘦𝘵.”
gosh, he just had to make things so difficult. He didn't even say you couldn't, he just didn't... specify?
those stupid beautiful eyes of his — it's so 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
he takes off his blindfold, letting the faint glow from the "magical" six eyes illuminate the room. He blinks a bit to adjust to the low dim lighting before setting the blindfold carefully around his wrist, with deliberate slowness.
and that, with that — never means a good thing.
he sprawls you out onto your stomach, feet up, arms up — wrists bound together. He uses the blindfold to bind your wrists up right, instead of gagging you with it. Which isn't really better either way, but at least you got the easy way out.. Right?
right?
or so you thought.
he turns his infinity on, and lifts your hips. Arms down and bound, in a weird face down ass up position. He lays his hand on the lower part of your back, making sure your arched 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, as if your a cat stretching when they first awaken. However, you'll be doing more then stretching.
he uses his infinity as a makeshift rubber instead of a regular condom — because condoms cant really handle his size big anyway.
he begins to take your silky wet folds from behind, holding your hips to make sure they stay in place. The sound of skin against skin, echoing through the room, you can't help but whimper.
then moan.
then cry.
“ohh, baby, you cryin'? ”
So. Fucking. Infuriating.
he keeps going, your velvety walls clenching around his thick length. He goes a bit slower, switching to something nice and sensual before it comes to a rough stop. You feel it approaching.
𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧.
𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧.
“n-no! I don't— shut up and *fuck me idiot!”
“h-hah— s-satoruuuu..” you mewl, eyes closed,
eyebrows arched.
“hm.” he pretends not to focus. “oh yes baby? mind saying it again?”
you whimper in response,
he drives to double that, and goes even further — his tip kissing your cervix.
when you cum, beautifully, he smirks — and looks down at you cumming undone behind his touch. With a rough smack to your ass, he speaks, voice echoing. “alright, switch bubble butt.”
he flips you over on your back,
he unties off the blindfold that was keeping you tamed, and then turns off his infinity.
he groans. “s-shit— I was trying to hold that in... fuckk, I can't stop..”
sppsht!
you feel something warm and sticky on your stomach. Is that..?
he really can't, it takes him a minute.
or two.
the sheets are a mess, and their damp with sweat—or pre cum that's leaking from. the- what?
he's hard again. The faint dashes of pre-cum illuminating the dim light in the room, dripping from. his tip onto the sheet.
“... open your legs for me baby.”
and you do. You “do.”
he drinks it just like water.
your hands are gripping the bedsheets, eyes widened, lips slightly parted. You can't help it you swear. Your hands go over to those snow white strands of his, tugging at your favorite strands.
𝘮𝘮𝘩.
𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘱.
𝘮𝘮𝘮.
𝘮𝘮𝘩, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.
“a-add gorgeous to that.”
he slaps your inner thigh lightly. “hey, your in no position to speak right now baby.”
one way or another.
you listen, but you won't later. You'll get your revenge.
Sooner or later.
he inserts a digit into your wet folds, curling it upright. Those 6 inch long digits almost reaching peak. You almost speak - but you swore it was a moan. You swear.
“ohhhh, what was that?” Your eyes widen, you reply quickly.
“f-fuck! ah!” you squeal.
“n-nothing!”, he raises one eyebrow, and does it again.
𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭.
𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭.
“how cute. stay still for me will you?”
he sucks and nibbles on your clit, while curling his fingers to your peak spot. When he feels your velvet walls clenching around his finger, he pulls out.
before you can whine at the refusal, he circles your clit. And there it is.
that wet, liquid, clear juice coming out of your sweet pussy, legs up.
“beautiful. now come get in the shower, I'll take care of you baby.”
Toji never thought he would find himself here, especially for as someone as guarded as him. I mean who would fuck someone who he labeled as just a fling?
Well obviously him.
Your face tucked into the messy, sweaty sheets of the mattress. Toji was taking you from behind, his grip strong. He was holding your face into the mattress — he wasn't taking any of the crying tonight.
He was already angry, too angry. You were just supposed to be a fling.
... A fling.
He cant help but think about it, this pussy to good to just be labeled as... “A fling.”
Bent over, close to crying. Your little hands compared to his gripping the bedsheets, Droplets of sweat starting to drip down to your neck to your chest.
“... Mmm, well ain't that a lil' pretty sight mama?”
It's embarrassing.
Toji hands hovered over your hips, and then started to grab them, using you as momentum to pull you hard back onto him. His other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise — he thrusted into you with wild renew. Holding back for him wasn't a thing at all. He lets one hand free just to pull on your hair.
So hard, and so close. You cant help but whimper and cry.
“Ohhh, You cryin?, woman up.”
You were slow to reply, eyes closed and glazed.
“i-im not.. i dont cry—"
He cuts you off, with a sharp thrust that leaves you forgetting how to breathe for a second, god he was so THICK.
“ohh,so you lyin' to me now hah? lil' girl dont play with me.”
You were quick to close your mouth before attitude could slip out.
And that only makes him go harder, the tip kissing your cervix — your eyes widen, eyebrows raising — it was so stupidly cute. Your lil' whimpers muffled from the sound of the pillow, just for him to grip your hair tightly, from the scalp — and plop you onto a pillow on your back. Roughly too, not a care in the world. Though he made sure your head didn't hit the headboard.
He grips your hips, hovering over you in a slutty missionary style. Your legs thrown over his hips lewdly, the sound of him entering in and out of you echoes through the room.
The headboard creaking against the wall, your sure the neighbors know his name the way you keep sayin' “toji!”, At this point, you might have to buy a new bed entirely because it's already dipping.
While he strutted in and out of your wet folds, your velvet walls clenching — you thought you were gonna cum, but then you felt something unrecognizable approaching.
a clear liquid came gushing out of you, the sheets damp and close to almost completely wet. That was alot. Toji slows down before he comes to a stop, you close your eyes — praying this was a wet dream gone wrong. You were completely mortified. Before a sweet, hushing sound came to your wake.
“mm, shh baby — theres nothin' wrong. Just made ya' squirt a lil' thats all. Don't be embarrassed that i made ya' feel good mama.”
It brought you to relaxment, and excitement at most. Before you exhale, close your eyes, and think its over.
“You though we was done? Get ya' ass up and on ya' knees, we not done by a long shot.”
Its about 8PM. Already too late for someone of choso's "preferences." — you wanted to go out for brunch with your friends, and wore a tight leather red dress that hugged your curves. Already made the wrong decision — you had on some red bottom heels to match the outfit, and it was quite late. Time was ticking, before you went you wanted to ask choso where your keys were, did he know? no the fuck he didn't. Did you ask anyway? yes the fuck you did. You walk into the living room, and spot choso with his hair down — rarely ever happens. Sitting at the kitchen table just staring at air. You walk up and speak, your tone low and naturally sultry — his eyes dart to you, in that tired forced gaze. "Choso, have you seen my keys?" ... “…your keys?” He blinked slowly, as if genuinely troubled he didn't have the answer for you. Though his eyes darted somewhere else, definitely eye-fucking you. "Why are you staring at me like that? is there something wrong? my makeup or my hair?" He responds slowly, as if doubting all the self control he has. "... Your going out in that?..." You respond quickly, almost with a laugh-huff. "Well duh.. I'm just going out for brunch with my girlfriends, that's all, there's nothing to worry about."
He responds quicker then last time, not even blinking. Just straight up staring into your soul before speaking in a low.. voice. "I guess your right... Sorry I just- Huh.."
You respond back, quickly — almost sassy. "Yeah so.. Where are the keys?" ... The tension shifts, turning more intimate. "... Yeah you just... Look too good.." There's a sudden pause, and you talk back slowly... "What do you mean by that—?" there's ANOTHER PAUSE, "well.. cant you just be 10 minutes late..?"
Next thing you know, you two are in a room together — and he has you on your stomach on the bed, dress you had? say goodbye to whatever brand it was because it's probably ripped off by now. You're laying on your stomach — and he has both hands rested beside your head, clothes off, sweating and panting. He's taking your pussy from behind — because why not? He doesn't even try to hide his groans, he's just letting it all out — and you're just a mess beneath him, that's the thing with choso — he doesn't truly realise how big his dick really is — your just taking it with whatever strength you had left, with his occasional whimpers and change of position, then he suddenly switches the position, lifting you up like you weight nothing — but gently, and putting your face down. Ass up — and STILL taking you from behind while his hands are grabbing your hips. He's not even working solely on his own pleasure, he gets off on you getting off if that makes sense. And when he's close — his whimpers get louder, slutty almost. When he finally speaks— it's breathless and chokey. "f-fuck... want me to cum inside or pull out.." He's starting to get lost, and now the headboard of the bed is practically hitting the wall — as he reaches PEAK spots inside you that you didn't even know existed yet. You speak, your voice muffled from the pillow, face flushed red and eyes teary. "Pull out.. p-pull out.." And when he's there, no times wasted. He pulls out — and grabs you by your hips and lays you on your back, on his knees. He doesn't even have to stroke himself, the sight of you disheveled beneath him is already enough. And he cums almost immediately on your stomach, using his dick to smear it on. It definitely wasn't 10 minutes, and you definitely won't be walking for a while.
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