#cet result | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sanzaibian · 10 months ago

Text

I turns off my phone angrily. I have barely touched down to Pudong International Airport, and now I have to call my Shanghai agent about how I’m going to be late, and that “China Eastern”, that company full of crooks, doesn’t even want to compensate my $4200 business class ticket for being 2 hours late.

“Allô ? C’est Julien, je suis enfin arrivé à Shanghai. (Hello ? It’s Julien, I’ve finally touched down at Shanghai.)” I say to my local correspondent, the one responsible for dragging me here.

- Enfin ! Ça fait une heure qu’on vous attend ! (Finally ! We’ve been waiting for you for a whole hour !)

- C’est pas ma faute ! Le vol a eu deux heures de retard à cause de soi-disants ‘vents forts’ vers la Mongolie… et ces escrocs ne veulent rien me rembourser… typique… (It’s not my fault ! The flight was two hours late due to so-called ‘powerful winds’ around Mongolia… and those crooks don’t want to reimburse me… typical…)” I answer, annoyed.

- Bon, de l’Aéroport de 浦東 (Pudong) jusqu’ici… pff… je vais devoir leur dire de revenir cet après-midi… (So, from 浦東 (Pudong) Airport to here… ugh… I need to ask them to come back this afternoon…)” He says, similarly annoyed, though seemingly flaunting his perfect pronunciation in Chinese.

- Ne râle pas sur moi, j’ai rien fait ! Je savais que j’aurais dû prendre Air France, ils n’auraient pas eu de retard comme ces asiates… (Don’t dump it on me, I did nothing ! I knew I should have gone for Air France, they wouldn’t be late like those chinks…)

- Roh… (Ugh…)” He sighs a while. “Je vais m’occuper de tout. Juste… viens aussi vite que possible. (I’ll manage. Just… come here as soon as you can.)”

I turn off the phone. As if I would waste a minute of my life… I’m Julien Blanc, and my time is money, just like the saying goes. As the heir of a multi-million dollars worth banking company, I have investments left right and center, and can’t let the next golden goose escape me.

Recently, a well-known investor, Pierre Zhang, let me know of a promising startup here in Shanghai. While at first I was understandingly skeptical, after all chinks are known for their plagiarism, I did check the project and found it to be unique, and even viable.

While I do know that Pierre Zhang is half one of them, so he does take their side much more than a regular person would, this time he saw a good opportunity. And it will be botched due to an incapable company that spouted nonsense about “strong winds” or something and was late as a result.

Angrily, I stomp in the giant airport halls, guiding myself thanks to my impeccable English – though, just don’t listen to the pronunciation. I’m stopped multiple times for security checks, and I do swear on them a couple of times, but they deserved it for wasting my time even more.

However, as I was striding in the main hall in order to find the metro station, seeing more and more of those chink hooligans, one of them shoves me to the side. He’s wearing a mask like the pussy he is, as well as a ridiculous oversized hoodie, some laughable jewelry and undistinguished sweatpants.

He’s left as soon as I turn around, meaning I can’t berate him. Youth these days are really insufferable. Where I grew up, on the Saint-Louis island in Paris, we weren’t even half as rude as today’s kids.

Scoffing, I continue rushing to the metro, though I kind of feel dizzy. Did he give me a disease or something ? When I reach the metro shoot, I see a barrier with policemen. Apparently they’re scanning for the coronavirus – they’re still doing that ? – by checking our temperature.

I go in the barrier, confident that I’ll pass the test, when suddenly, my path is blocked.

“Sorry, sir, please come with me.” Said a policewoman in her heavily accented English.

- What are you doing ! Let me go, I did nothing wrong !” I protest with a similarly accented English.

The policewoman doesn’t answer me and leads me to a small room in the airport. There, I see a bunch of other people with masks, waiting on seats. Showing me a mask, the policewoman explain :

“You may be sick. Take a mask and wait. - I’m going to be late ! Nothing’s wrong with me, just let me leave !” I say, though I don’t notice my accent shifting a little.

- Wear it or face consequences.” The policewoman insists, dangling the mask in front of my eyes. I sigh.

- Okay, but make it quick. I’ll wear 一只 (one).”

I squint my eyes. How did I say ‘one’ ? It feels incorrect, have I accidentally used French ‘un’ ?

I take the mask and wear it, still squinting. I still feel dizzy, so I guess the policewoman must have been right ? I take my phone out, wanting to send a quick message to Pierre about me being late, but something seems wrong.

When I look on my phone, there’s a weird app named 抖音 that has been installed. I don’t remember doing that. In fact, why is there even a Chinese app on my phone !

I click on it, and suddenly, videos start playing. I squint my eyes as I look at the videos of ch… Chinese people doing a variety of things. First it’s a video of a cat rubbing on someone, and that guy exclaimed “它真的是只饥渴死的猫啊！”, with then the woman filming answering, with a hurried tone “快摸它啊，你干嘛在那儿等呗？真冷啊。”. Even though I don’t understand a word that is said, I can guess that the woman is telling the guy to go rub the cat.

It’s funnier than I expected. Turns out the Chinese have more humor than I thought. Then, another video comes on, showing a guy, looking just like that punk from earlier, saying “穿这种衣服，我干嘛不会感丢人哎？(… these clothes… … lose face ?)”, and the camera pans out to a woman in a cockroach outfit. The punk continues “你已经三十岁了，为什么还在买这种衣服了？(… thirty years old, why still buy… ?)”, the woman answers “你现在我穿什么你都要管吗？(You... right now what I wear… your business ?)”. The punk then comes back into frame, with the woman on the left, asking “没有情侣版吗？哪只手我该牵啊？(There isn’t a couple’s version ? Which hand should I hold ?). Then, the woman shows a tendril, and they hold hands like that. I smile, finding it way funnier than it should.

I don’t really notice how I understand more and more what’s on 抖音 (Douyin), though I do let myself grow limp on the waiting room chair. I guess I don’t have much regards anymore for how I look, after all I’m waiting for a coronavirus test. Nobody’s going to comment on my posture !

The next video shows three guys running, with the caption 三人跑步时能干什么 (What can three people do while running together ?), and I see how their hair bop up and down. I’ve been shaving myself bald for quite a few years, ever since I was balding too much for me to bother with hair, but seeing these guys like that makes me a bit nostalgic of that time.

Seeing them doing stupider and stupider stuff, and smiling more and more as they show bungee jumping, doing pull-ups, playing games, stir-frying and even boxing, I feel a bit weird. Like I can kind of relate, in my youth I also did crazy things, and it would absolutely be something I would have done with my friends. I scratch my head, feeling it tingle, as I continue watching the next video, not even realizing my squinting is less and less strenuous.

The videos continue trickling in, every one more humorous than the last, and I catch myself chuckling out loud multiple times. By now, I understand everything very clearly, and when a doctor comes to do a coronavirus test, I don’t even blink when he addresses me in Chinese :

“少年，请跟我进走。(Young man, please enter with me.)

- Yes, 先生。(Yes, sir.)” I answer, mixing English and Chinese.

Everything is confused as he takes me to a machine, my thoughts mixing French, English and Chinese. Even my clothes feel… less tight than they used to. Almost as if they were melting and becoming glue.

I take place in the machine and he activates it. I feel as if things become clearer while I’m in. Like, for example, why was I stressed just now ? I don’t have anything important to do right now. And why languages are mixed ? I guess it’s because it’s cooler to mix in English…

The machine stops, and I leave it, scratching my straight hair. Had I ? … no, of course not, it’s my facial hair that I shave…

The doctor hands me my piercings.

“Euh, attendez, 先生，有什么不对了…… (Er, wait, sir, there’s something that’s not right.)” I ask, mixing French and Chinese. I really feel like something is not right.

- 什么发生过了？会跟我谈一谈。(What happened ? You can discuss it with me.)

- 我……有个奇怪的感受。Est-ce que 您找到了种疾病吗？(I… have a weird feeling. Did you find some kind of disease ?)

- 没有。但是您不舒服的话我肯定会给您扑热息痛。(I didn’t. However, if you don’t feel good, I can give you some paracetamol.)” He answers me, with a helpful look.

- 该好了。Merci. (It should be good. Thank you.)”

I take the pill he gives me, and put my piercings back on as I go back in the terminal. As I walk, I feel very comfy, as if everything was alright. I look down on my large oversized hoodie with its colorful prints. I feel like I’m in my youth once again… huh, it’s so weird to say that when I’m only... 23 years old !

Suddenly, I get a phone call from a weird contact I don’t remember having, someone named 张皮尔 (Zhang Pi’er/Pierre). I accept the call :

“喂。是谁？(Hello. Who’s there ?)” I ask, with a perfect accent.

- Julien ? Pourquoi tu parles chinois ? (Julien ? Why do you speak Chinese ?)” He groans, then switches to Chinese. “是我问您是谁。是您的电话吗？(I’m the one asking you who you are. Is it your phone ?)

- 当然是。我是个富二代，为啥要偷手机啊？(Of course. I have a trust fund, why would I steal a phone ?)” I slur, my speech becoming more and more relaxed.

- 嗯……那您是谁啊？您认不认识Julien Blanc ? (Ugh… So who are you ? Do you know Julien Blanc ?)

- 是白炬亮。那你到底是谁啊？(I’m Bai Juliang. And now can you tell me who you are ?)

- 是张皮尔……嗯……听我说一下。你有没有多钱会投资？我认为了Julien Blanc要投资新项目，但你还会投资一下。有没有兴趣？(I’m Pierre Zhang… ugh… Listen. Do you have a lot of money to invest ? I thought Julien Blanc would come and invest in a new project, but you can still invest. Are you interested ?)”

I think for a while. It could be great to have some money coming from another place than my parents’ company… plus, I don’t want to have to join it, or risk being cut off from my money…

However, there’s time, I’m still young, and there’s no rush right now… Plus, having work is, like, a lot of work, and I don’t want to work… But I have an idea.

“张先生，你想不想跟我投资？我给了你钱币，你给了我专业，收入分两半。感觉好吗？(Mr. Zhang, do you want to invest with me ? I give you the funds, you give me the expertise, and we divide the profits in half. Do you like that ?)”

After a while, he answers :

“感觉好了。(I think it’s good.)”

#male transformation #male tf #white to asian #daddy to twink #racial tf #twink tf #twinkification #age reduction #mental change #reality change #transformation #tf story

210 notes · View notes

dexlexia · 1 year ago

Text

smoked princess - toji x reader

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader rating: 18+ summary: Toji liked when you were very high, you couldn't smoke a joint (your poor little princess lungs) but by god could you get through a baggie of edibles. And as a result you were so stoned the entire world melted away. tags: pwp, smut, smoking weed, weed is very present in the story, brat!reader, nickname 'princess', high sex, rough sex, proceed with caution, exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Toji liked when you were very high, you couldn't smoke a joint (your poor little princess lungs) but by god could you get through a baggie of edibles. And as a result you were so stoned the entire world melted away.

Toji would be smoking with some acquaintances, and one of his buddies was nice enough to make the little princess a batch of her favorite cookies. If Toji didn't know better, he'd think that someone was trying to hit on you. But he knew it was just a reason to shut. you. up.

If Toji could leave an adult woman with a babysitter, he would. But he already looks enough like a creep with such a young woman calling him 'daddy' in the middle of the shopping center.

So he had to take you, and his buddy got you so stoned you were as docile as a lamb. He had to worry about you accidentally flashing your panties as you melted into the leather couch but other than that, Toji could enjoy his evening without his bratty little princess causing problems.

Currently you were both in a less than pleasant part of town, Toji had been away for almost a week on a kill and now he had you over at a 'friend's' place to smoke a little weed. You were on your third cookie and your head felt full of cotton, but in a good way.

It felt like every brain cell in that little head of yours was cooked till crispy. You were originally on the couch that reeked of booze and god knows what else but ended up on the floor with a matted throw pillow under your head.

“You good down there, princess?” Toji asked.

“I'm good, daddy.” You responded, “I want snuggles.” Your voice was a little slurred, like you didn't know what was coming next. You curled up closer to the pillow and exhaled deeply. You could feel your blood pumping your ears as the edibles started to have their effect.

You rubbed your leg together, the tiny shorts that Toji put you in earlier started to ride up. You felt eyes on you but your head felt too heavy to even bother lifting your head to see who it was.

“Hey.” You heard, “Stare at her for a second longer and you're leaving this place in a body bag.” You felt your cheeks warm at Toji's aggressive words. He was such an over protective, almost obsessive man.

“Sorry, man.” You heard in response.

You sat up, your hair askew from snuggling the pillow, “You're so jealous, daddy.” And gave him a bright grin, before you dropped back down onto the carpeted floor.

“Yeah, well, someone's gotta be. I'm pretty sure if I wasn't around to cover for your ass, you'd be selling that same ass on the next street over. Guys would pay good money to ruin a face like that.”

“Which is why you do it for free!” You raised an arm up and responded, “

”Damn right, baby.“ He chuckled as he got up, ”And it's time for the princess to pay up. Nothing but a lazy mooch, someone's gotta pay for the weed you just had, plus everything to make the cookies. And I know you don't have a cet to your name.” He picked you up with ease, “So I gotta pay for everything and you pay by letting me fuck that pussy of yours.”

“Dude, really.” His friend said, “Can't that shit wait till you get home.“

Toji chuckled, ”She'll be out by the time I get her home, which means you'll have to wait for another day for me to pay you. So either I fuck her out here or you point me to the closests flat surface to rail her. Plus, it's not like you keep this place tidy.“

His friend sighed, there was no saying 'no' to Toji. Plus at least it was easier to get cum stains out of sheets than beige carpet. ”Second room on the left, and don't wake up the whole neighborhood.“

Toji flashed a grin, ”Don't worry, I won't get the pigs at the door of your drug den.“ Then turned, with you in his arms, towards the room. He slammed the door with his leg and tossed you onto the bed where you splayed out like a starfish and looked up at him with those darling eyes.

Toji licked his lips as he approached you. You were still so beautiful, even after the amount of times, he had bit, slapped, spanked, fucked and came on you. He didn't like toys that broke so, having a resilient little princess was exactly what he wanted. He wanted that virgin tight grip you had as you screamed into the covers until you were bright pink.

”Daddy~“ You said.

”I know, princess. Not your usual bed, but daddy's gotta make due. Gotta send a message to the guys outside. That your body is mine, your cunt is mine, those breasts of yours are mine, every last thought in your little head is mine. Got it?”

“Yes.“ You nodded dumbly.

He smirked, ”Yes, what?“ He started to unbuckle his belt. HIs large cock strained against the front of his jeans as he watched you begin to undress. He got a good look at your breasts inside your bra as you pulled the shirt over your head.

”Yes, daddy.” You corrected it. Toji could see the various bruises on your body. They weren't your normal bruises. He'd never touch you that way, every bruise was from you begging for marks. Where he bit at your collarbones, slapped your ass till it was purple and when he gripped your hips as he slammed his cock into you. It was quite remarkable how bruised you still were.

He stepped out of his jeans once they hit the floor and pulled down his underwear to reveal his erect cock. He got into the bed and soon his shirt was off. If he wasn't careful he was going to rip the shorts off of you and leave your bottom half bare for the rest of the evening.

He exhaled through his teeth to simmer down for a moment before he carefully took the rest of your clothes off. Which left you nude in a bed that wasn't yours and reeked of recently smoked weed. But you didn't care, you were on cloud nine!

“You look so good, princess.” He said, “you're such a good girl for me.” He gripped your hair when you didn't respond, he grinned like a maniac at you, “What do we say when someone gives us a compliment?”

“Thank you daddy, I am your good girl. Forever and always.” You rubbed your bare thighs together to entice him. And it worked because when he grabbed your hips, you moaned loudly. Which in turn only made him smile more, he was beyond amazed by how hot you looked in that moment. The way you were such a slut for him, his own little slutty princess who he railed until she went cross-eyed.

“That's what I like to hear.” His grin grew as he gripped your bruised hips and slammed his cock all the way to the back of your pussy with one hard thrust. The stretch made you jump but he kept your pinned to the bed with one hand while the other held onto your hip.

By instinct you wrapped your legs around him and moaned loudly. A rush went through your body, there was no room for tenderness while in the bedroom with Toji. He was a rough lover, he didn't know what he wanted more, for the headboard to break or your back.

He loved when you were stoned like this, you were so submissive to him when you got this high. You were in your own little world as daddy bullied your sweet pussy. His thrusts were aggressive, the mattress hit against the wall behind it. Your moans radiated through the thin walls of the house.

Such a good girl, that was all he could think of. How perfect you were, such an angle for him. You were his and his only, he didn't want any other pussy. If anything he wanted to breed your pussy so you could never leave him. But that was a task for another day. For now he'll just dump into you and hope for the best.

You reached out and grabbed him as the bed shook by the sheer force of your fucking. Your bodies started to heat up as the squelching sounds of sex filled the room. You were soaked, you were a fucking mess under him as you felt dizzy and oh so stoned. The feeling of sex mixed with the edibles made a collision in your mind and left you a moaning mess.

“That's it, princess. Such a good girl. You want daddy so badly, don't you. You want me to bruise you inside and out so everyone knows who you belong to. You're my fucking slut, that pussy is mine till the end. You're not getting away that easily.“ He grinned once more as he gripped your hair and yanked on it as he plowed into you.

Your voice was high-pitched as you felt the rush of euphoria travel your body. ”Fuck, daddy!“ You practically squealed as his cock bruised the furthest point of your pussy. It was hitting up against your womb at that point, and it left your brain feeling hazy.

”That's it, princess. You take daddy's cock like no one else.“ He pulled on your hair and moved your head to the side as he started to leave heavy, dark marks on your neck. You'd be bruised for weeks at that point. You could never forget who you belonged to.

You moaned loudly, you knew there were people in the other room but your brain didn't have the processing power to even think about them. You were instead wrapped up in the pleasure that Toji was giving you. You were his precious stoned princess who he could ram over and over again and never get tired. You were his lover and his slut. You were everything to him. And he wasn't ever letting you go.

He slammed into a few more times quite roughly to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of you. You held onto him and your eyes rolled back like there was very little keeping you together. You were o lost in the pleasure that you weren't too sure if you'd ever find your way back!

He kept fucking you, letting your body bounce with each of his hands thrusts. The sight made him harder, he fucked his princess dumb! He fucked you until your brain was oozing out of your ear. It was an amazing sight, something he was going to cherish forever.

It wasn't long after that you felt the growing urge to climax. You held onto his strong shoulders so tightly as he bullied your cervix. Your moans became breathless whines as your pussy clamped around him, wanting to milk him of every last drop.

You moaned loudly as Toji began to tease one breast with his hand that was on your hip as he kept himself supported by his hand on your hair. He teased your nipple as he groaned through grit teeth.

And then like a fairytale romance, you both came at the same time in a spare bedroom of a drug den with you both high on weed. How romantic. You gasped loudly as you climaxed as it was mixed with Toji's low groan, he shot himself into your sweet pussy. Hopefully that'll cause no problems in a few months.

He dropped down beside you and you snuggled up next time him like a helpless little lamb. You kissed his strong neck as you melted into the messy bed. He cupped your ass and tugged at your ear. He said one thing into your ear, ”Now be a good girl and use that last brain cell you have to clean daddy up.“

And you could never say no to your daddy.

”We'll take it slow.“

”You're lying.“

Gojo smirked as he leaned in for another kiss. The date had gone smoothly, you questioned if it really happened or was just a dream. Gojo really did wine and dine you. He took you to a nice place in Shibuya, he ordered the nicest white wine available and watched you with a glint in those blue eyes as you enjoyed the food.

You knew what Gojo wanted, after almost ten dates you had yet to have sex. Gojo knew you were a virgin and he wanted to take pride in being your first time. But you wanted to make sure he was worthy to do so.

In all honesty, you weren't a prude or anything. You were just so busy that you never took the time to lose your virginity. But now as an adult, men like Gojo want the prize of being your first time. And if he was going to, he'd have to work for it.

He had just driven you home and was walking with you to the door. His hand just above your ass, as you walked he leaned down to press his nose against your neck. He could feel the tightness in his pants. He couldn't help it! His thoughts had been polluted by you, he was obsessed with you.

He wanted to be the only person you ever had sex with. Call him a possessive bastard but he wanted nothing more than to live that dream. He'd do anything to make it happen, even play along with your little cat and mouse. He'd get his way eventually.

”I'm not lying.“ He said as he kissed your hand before he pressed it to his face, ”I would be a great lover, c'mon. I want to know what my beauty feels like.“

You looked away and at your door for a moment, “you're such a fuck boy, Gojo.” You remarked, you had never really been showered this much by affection and love. But you weren't going to let yourself be fooled easily.

You heard stories about Gojo, the white haired sex devil. Some were rumors, others were true and you couldn't tell them apart. He was a horny bastard who wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

“No I'm not, I'm a true romantic.” He responded as he leaned in to kiss you. Both hands on your shoulder as he passionately made out with you. You moaned into the kiss.

You soon pulled away and looked up at him, ”Not tonight, Satoru. You have a good night now.“ Then pecked him on the cheek before you went inside leaving him outside alone.

When the door closed in his face, he let out a pained groan. He adored you, was obsessed with you, but he wasn't too sure how much longer he could take without getting a sweet taste of your cunt. It was driving him mad!

He was painfully erect in his slacks as he hobbled back to his car to drive home. Every few steps he had to adjust his hard-on in his pants to make walking easier. But thoughts of you swirled in his mind.

You looked divine in that outfit, he wished he could've torn it off of you and fucked you in the foyer of your home. Or maybe you'd be able to make it to the couch. There was a lot that Gojo had in mind with you.

He wondered what noises you'd make as he entered his car. His cock painfully hard as he tried to get comfortable enough to drive home. He'd have to be semi-careful; he didn't want to bruise you during your first time.

But if you made the noises that he was envisioning then he'd really have to control himself. He knew that eventually you'd come into your own as a freak in the bedroom. Gojo would be more than happy to teach you all about how to give good head and how to orgasm every time he stuck his cock in you.

He knew you'd be a good girl for him, while you were assertive outside of the bedroom, he bet that you were a perfect little lamb between the sheets. You'd let him make you feel good, every orgasm was a reward for being a good girl.

But Gojo wasn't getting comfortable enough to drive him. He ended up undoing his belt and taking his cock out of his pants. He spit in his hand and started to stroke his length quickly.

He had to be fast.

”Fuck.“ The blue-eyed man huffed under his breath, he had to get some kind of friction on his cock or else he'd explode. He was thankful you lived in a quiet neighborhood.

He looked to your house and saw a light on upstairs, he started to imagine what you looked like without all those clothes on. Your beautiful body, he knew you'd be beautiful. With a gorgeous cunt to match.

He thought about diving in for the first time, the euphoria that would come with it as he watched your face contort as you lost your virginity. The thoughts made his heart race, oh how he wanted to be your first. And possibly your only partner, you'd only have eyes for his cock.

No one else.

He was possessive like that, he wanted to know that only he'd ever have sex with you. No other man would stick his filthy cock inside of you. You'd be Gojo's perfect girl, he wouldn't want any other woman either. He'd just want your sweet, sweet pussy over, and over again.

He grabbed his cock tighter as he thrusted up into his hand, he wanted you so badly. It was driving his crazy, he didn't know how much longer he could live like this..

He was a man without water, he was driven mad by the allure of your pussy. He wanted to get drunk off of it, he wanted it seated on his cock, on his face, every single way he could get a hold of it!

He groaned, his face felt warm as he feverishly stroked his length. He was driven to madness by this, so much so he was masturbating in his car like a pervert. His cock twitched in his palm as he continued to stroke it.

He bit back a moan as he leaned back a little in his driver's seat. He continued to pleasure himself as he felt the orgasm approach. He really was down bad for you, he wanted you so badly. He wanted nothing more than to feel your bare body against him.

He knew he'd make you feel so good. He'd make you orgasm so many times, he had done it to so many women. He wanted to ruin your virginity and make you obsessed with him as he was you.

He grit his teeth as he continued to thrust up into his hand, even spitting more into his palm to get an easier thrust. He stomach clenched at the feeling that he'd be orgasming soon.

A groan slipped out from his lips as he felt the rush of pleasure through his body. He panted wildly in his warm car as he felt himself on the edge of pleasure. It was a great feeling, but not as great as being able to plow his cock into you.

”Fuck, fuck!“ He groaned to himself as his movements were fast. He bit back a louder groan as his entire body went stiff as he came around his hand. Cum gushed out everywhere including his hand, slacks and even the steering wheel.

He panted, ”Holy shit.” He relaxed against the seat as he grabbed napkins from the cup holder to wipe down everything. He knew he'd have a sticky hand the entire drive home.

His head still felt in a rush as he tried to clean himself up. Eventually he got as clean as he could and put his cock back into his pants. It was tender as he tucked it back in.

”Soon.“ He promised himself. Then his phone rang. He grabbed it and he looked at the text, it was from you.

'You know, Gojo.' It read, 'If you're going to be so desperate, then just come in and I can make you feel better than whatever you're doing out there' and it was signed off with a heart.

Gojo's blue eyes went wide as he looked at the text message. His cheeks grew warmer but he didn't want to miss the opportunity so he got out of the car and raced to your home. His heart was hammering in his chest.

He was finally getting what he wanted. He ws going to fuck your sweet pussy, and all it took was to be a pathetic pervert jerking off in his car. And if that was all it took to go down on you then he'd be more than happy to take it.

#an: insert anti drug psa here #dexlexia writes #reader insert #anime x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #fushiguro toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #toji x you #jjk toji

268 notes · View notes